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

My own Form of CHAOS


Posted on August 24, 2020 by Damon Marcello
East


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He felt like an outsider looking in, like his world was crashing down around him and there was nothing he could do about it but sit there and watch. He couldn't recall ever feeling so helpless and it gnawed at him from the inside out. Like his wife, his own eyes couldn't seem to leave the huddle of nurses around their daughter, an urgency to do something to save her coiling like a snake deep inside him, aching for release. And yet his feet were frozen to the spot cause he knew deep down inside there was nothing he could do to save her, and it left him paralyzed. He barely felt Isolt's small hand within his own. He didn't know he was rubbing circles on her hand with his thumb idly, something for restless fingers to do while he simply stared holes in the back of the nurses' heads. His jaw was clenched so tight he felt his teeth might shatter at any moment. As Isolt's head lowered to the bar, his other hand came up to gently caress her fiery tresses, stroking her absently but his gaze never left that huddle.

He could feel her exhaustion like it was his own, though he would never claim to understand it. When the quiet hit, Damon paused for only a moment, doubt furrowing his brows as he lifted his foot to take a step in that direction. But he paused when the blood curdling cries filled the room, defeat and hope lost darkening his gaze as he set his foot right back down where it was. He felt Isolt's hand drop and for a moment, his heart dropped with it. His head snapped around, wide gaze looking to her expression because he feared the worst in that moment, wondering if he had not only lost a child today but the love of his existence as well. His whole body stiffened and only when he saw the still-blinking crystalline blue of her gaze did he feel his body relax in acceptance. Maybe it was heartless of him, but in that moment, he knew he would be okay. As long as he had Isolt, he would make it through this. He would suffer for a little while and go through it with her because she deserved that, but he would survive because she had not been taken from him.

The doctor's sudden voice was like chalk screeching on a chalkboard with everything else going on and Damon stiffened again in response. But Isolt's cool reply was a soothing balm to heavy burns, making his body relax again because he knew in that moment that she had accepted the child's fate. It wouldn't make it hurt any less, but at least he knew she would be strong in this moment and move on as far as she could. Maybe she would let him help her the rest of the way. As she suddenly lifted herself from the hospital bed, he scowled in worry and offered his arm and shoulder for support if she needed it. He couldn't let her do this alone so he stayed with her every step of the way. He didn't dare look at any of the nurses who side stepped away as they got close to the cradle for fear that his emotions would run wild and he'd end up bathing this room in blood simply out of impulse. It was his history when bad things happen to him, after all.

But today had to be different, because he had Isolt and she needed him now more than ever. He stood at her side as she stopped over the cradle and his gaze followed her own to the innocent soul strapped up in wires and hoses. She was a beautiful sight even so. He swallowed, unable to move. All he could do was watch as Isolt reached in to unclip the baby from everything before gently lifting her to her chest. As she snuggled the child against her, he felt his heart break all over again, knowing that this was taken from her and they would never get another like it. Isolt would never get to have a baby naturally, to be a mother and hold it to her like this. She would never get to promise protection to a child for the rest of its life in those first aching moments in the hospital. She would never have a child by blood because her life was taken from her. And in that moment, Damon hated her Maker with every inch of his being.

But it was all a brief distraction because when Isolt moved back to the bed, he moved with her, like an ever present shadow. When she climbed back into bed and offered him space, he didn't hesitate to follow her onto the mattress, snuggling against her slender curves to cradle both her and the baby in his arms. He let her have as long as she wanted, listening to the peaceful sounds of the baby. When she suddenly handed her to him though, his eyes went wide in surprise. He would have said no or faltered had anyone else asked him to hold a baby but he could never turn down Isolt. When his gaze met her own, he knew he needed to do this. He needed to be there for her in every ounce of the word, so he swallowed his own feelings and he took the baby, cradling it to his chest like it was made of glass. He gazed at the child for a moment but it was soon pulled back to Isolt's blissful features like a magnet. She was the one who mesmerized him, even with this perfection in his arms. He listened as she spoke to the baby girl, naming her Lillian and he smiled, a single tear of blood running down his own cheek then. Because he knew what it was to name something you're going to lose.