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

take in their song and speak no word


Posted on August 22, 2020 by anastasia romanova
East


It did not come to pass in the way that moments of this magnitude generally do.

There were not a multitude of eyes squared upon them to bare witness to what was to transpire, merely those of Anastasia herself and the ever-vigilant eyes of her uncle. Nor would there come any momentous celebration or other festive public acknowledgement of what had happened here. And yet it was no less prolific, no less rewarding to a woman who had dedicated the vast decades of her immortal life to avenging all of those who had known harm at the hands of this maniacal charlatan and righting scales that had so long been askew. And so it is only right that a sigh should escape the lips of the Russian Hunter for so magnanimous was the weight that had, finally and forever, been lifted from the place it had occupied upon her soul for all of those long, long years.

The tender caress of her uncle's hand and the whispered words he offers are met with the slight inclination of the Duchess' head, and yet she maintains a confident certainty that the elder Fae is aware of her gratitude. Anastasia had never been given to the whims of grand displays of affection or emotional intensity, perhaps yet another reason why Alexander and herself were so well-suited to one another's company. But no less certain, no less absolute, was the gratitude afforded to her treasured companion.

The jest of the Fae at her back coaxes the most minute traces of a simper to the brims of her lips despite herself. She had come upon the realization so very many years ago that there truly did not exist a scenario in which her blessed uncle would forgo the allure of impish humor and the perhaps even more insistent compulsion to share it with whomever happened to be present. He was so very unlike her in this manner and yet all the same did she confess some small measure of admiration for it. "Come now, Matteo, it adds a bit of character," she offers, lifting the weapon within her hand as if to consider it in its current, foul state. Though before she may prod him further the Duchess is approached by the priest who had, until now, busied himself with gawking at the disarray that had once been his precious cathedral. Gently does he extract the hilt of the weapon from betwixt Anastasia's bloodied fingers, coaxing a quizzical expression from the youthful-looking woman. With due care does he carry the weapon over to the pool of holy water traditionally used to perform baptisms, encasing the sword in the linens of his garb to rid it of the rapidly-congealing blood before cleansing it in the pool of blessed liquid. He returns it to the Hunter with the reverence of a practiced holy man, her whispered gratitude ended abruptly with a stern shake of his head. "Pozhaluysta, ukhodi," Please, just go, he responds, the defeated look etched into the drawn lines of his face leaving no space for rebuttal.

"Spasibo," she offers, turning towards her beloved uncle to return to him his treasured blade before ushering them both from the ruin of the once-immaculate cathedral. "Not a word of this to Alexander, Matteo. Not a single word."

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia