East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Griffin

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

it's tough to be a god


Posted on July 07, 2020 by MATTEO
East



It is by some gracious miracle perhaps that the clergyman was content to remain within that circle of blue flame that so shielded him from the darkness that haunted that church and stalked its halls. How difficult it might have been to protect the man had he protested and yet that Holy Fire so often worked to sooth just as it did burn. Especially those who might find their very souls sensitive to its very purity. That clergyman, in that moment, was surely given to question the very depths of his religious consideration as he seemed to watch those flickering flames with questions anew. Now, however, was so hardly the time in which to consider the deeper fate of an elderly man. Not when his niece stood upon the very precipice of her own destiny. Matteo reached backward to unsheath that fabled blade at his back. The power imbued within that very sword alone was surely felt the moment it was drawn from its scabbard and yet, today, it was so hardly his hand that was destined to wield it as it had done so often before. The sword was tossed toward Anastasia. The Hunter woman's hand was already open to receive it. Her judgement in its trajectory and arc as flawless as her own Fathers as that sword landed neatly within her grasp. The light from that fire had robbed Rasputin of his treasured darkness and oh how that outrage from the charlatan seemed to shake the very foundations of that holy space.

Rasputin had not seen that sword or its exchange between them. The ancient man, focused upon his hate and outrage, careened toward Anastasia with a single-minded purpose. His mistake realised far too late. The near sickening sound of flesh on metal momentarily echoed within that illuminated space. Anastasia and Rasputin both were given to pause. As if, for but a moment, time itself seemed to halt in its flow as if in sombre homage to that singular moment in which a stain upon history- had been made right. A moment in which order had been restored to the world. An unbalance so finally made even. Matteo remained where he stood, even as Rasputin's fingers extended upward to caress his beloved niece's cheek in a gesture that appeared almost affectionate- those near whispered words held the rasp of a dying man. The blood that coated the blade was near black in the half-light. It ran in streams to stain the floor beneath. Anastasia's own words, filled with passion, with righteousness, and the very snarl of revenge echoed within that space before she twisted that blade. It's sharpened sides sliced with ease through the flesh and sinew and innard of the impaled man. The final strike. Rasputin offered little more than a gasp. That very sound all that demonic man could manage before his very body seemed to...crack, like the surface of a desert long parched of water and life. Whatever magic had kept that man alive so very long had been broken. Shattered. Destroyed at his niece's hand. Rasputin was left to crumble into ash and dust. A plume of smoke rose from those broken remains. The church filled with silence once more.

A single lift of Matteo's hand so readily saw the flames that surrounded the priest simmer and burn low before vanishing entirely. The baffled being was left staring in awe at his surroundings as his hands so repeatedly offered the sign of the cross over and over in some effort to grasp at reality through religion. For several long moments Matteo simply remained where he stood. Anastasia was afforded that silence, that chance to find within herself a peace that had long evaded her. Matteo loath to interrupt that very thing until a sigh left her lips. That sound was heavy with purpose- with relief. It was only then that the Frenchman stepped forward. The sound of his shoes echoed atop that stone floor as he made his way toward his niece. His hand reached silently to rest atop her own as it clutched the hilt of the sword.

"I hope, ma nièce, that this will bring you peace. The world is better off without him. His removal has brought a balance that was lacking to fate itself."

How readily Matteo could feel it. A restoration of equilibrium in that fabric of time and space. A wrong so finally made right. For a moment the Frenchman simply allows that quietude to persist once more before his hand offers Ana's own the softest of squeezes- only to release it. His arms lifted to fold across his chest. Matteo at last allowed the return of the Fae impishness that he was nearly incapable of containing for any true length of time. One eye so merely lifting to eye her curiously.

"I want my sword back, Mon Cherie, but I think perhaps I shall let you clean it first, non?"


c'est dur d'être un dieu.


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