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.
He was ready to drink until he passed out at this point. Why even bother dragging himself back to the fancy motel to fall asleep face down in his own vomit so he could drag himself out of bed and do it all over again? His bleary eyes looked over the burly guy behind the bar, the bouncer, if he had to guess. He looked plenty big enough to toss Christian out the door like a sack of potatoes, probably in the back alley so he wouldn't end up roadkill on the street out front. Then he could sleep with the trash bags till morning. He could worry about dragging himself back to the motel then. It's sad when his motivation had really sunk that low. But here he was, pouring himself shot after shot. When the dark hunter walked in, he didn't bother to look up. The door had been revolving constantly since he got here, patrons coming in and out like this place was a secret gold mine or something.
There had been a few bar fights to watch but he even lost interest in that as the night wore on and the drinks started really getting to him. A new body wandered up to the bar beside him, sliding smoothly onto the stool before checking her clothing. For lack of anything better to do, Christian found his blue-gray eyes checking her clothing out, too, like he was helping or something. She had the smell of a working hunter, a mixture of sweat and old blood that made his nose wrinkle as he turned back to his drink, drowning himself in another shot. There was also an earthy smell when she turned her head to run her fingers through her hair, mountain air and pine trees. It brought on a calming sensation even though he was anything but wired in this moment. When he took yet another shot, he heard the voice and stiffened for a moment.
At first, he thought she was about to lecture him about his liver or something but instead she said she'd have what he was having and he felt his lips twitch in amusement. He turned his head a little, blue-gray eyes taking her in a little more this time. She seemed so petite. Was that usual for dark hunters? She didn't look like she could take down a sign post, let alone a centuries-old vampire. Could she handle her liquor? A shrug rolled off his shoulders as he turned back to his whiskey. Why should he care? He shouldn't care about anything at this point. The world was one big black hole, dragging him into the deep abyss one inch at a time. When she said one more for him, too, he tensed again. He glanced at her again, his scowl thoughtful. "You don't want to be my friend. It's bad news." He murmured the words before turning once again to his drink.