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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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
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.
Drinking was a lot less fun by yourself but what else was there to do? Throwing his hand up, he motioned for another drink. At least this time, the bartender was smart enough to bring the whole damn bottle. Christian smirked as she set it deliberately on the table with a cheeky smirk and made her way back to the bar. He couldn't help the way his gaze roamed down to her perfectly shaped ass but there was nothing in it for him. Ugh, even his sex drive was starting to suffer. He needed to pull himself up out of this miserable hole he'd dug himself into and do something with his life. But what? The New Eden coven was probably still looking for him. Oh, who was he kidding? They likely knew exactly where he was. They were just biding their time. It wasn't like he left the city or even the fancy condo apartment he'd been living in since he came to Sacrosanct. It was like he'd drawn a red X exactly to where they would find him.
Yet they'd been silent for months now and it was starting to grate on his nerves. He was paranoid and spent most of his time drinking or fucking himself into oblivion, like he was a dying man with just days left to live. He'd already been through all their trials and life and death but it didn't feel like enough. He heard no one got out of the coven alive and as far as they were concerned, he was a traitor, so why wasn't he dead yet? He let the vampire get away, the most important sacrifice to their cause. He was the only survivor in the slaughter that killed everyone else in that branch. He should have been executed, but instead they just wanted to torture him in as many different ways as possible. Then it was radio silence. He almost liked the torture better. At least then he didn't have to guess at their intentions. His beard was getting untidy and he needed to trim it up but he was losing all motivation. He still did the basic hygiene things and of course, fed himself and even worked out like usual, but when it came to self care such as grooming himself to perfection every day and relaxing, all that was null and void.
Sighing, he downed another glass of whiskey and poured himself another, raising the glass to no one in particular before he downed it, too. The night was well set in and there was probably only another hour or so until the bar shut down, too. Then he'd be stumbling home to pass out and do it all over again tomorrow. Keith would be so proud. His jaw clenched as the love of his life's face flashed before his eyes. No, Keith would fucking hate him right now. He'd probably punch him upside the jaw and tell him to stop moping, to clean himself up and do something, anything. But Keith wasn't here anymore and that was all his fault. His hand shook as he poured himself another glass. Here's to another long night.