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

i will always be waiting, always watching you


Posted on October 29, 2020 by isolt griffin
East

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


There was a difference between heartache and heartbreak. Heartache was the pained, plaintiff cry into despair's tenebrific, seemingly-unending abyss. The brittle, disintegrating crag at the brim of that wide open, beckoning maw. The glacial tongue of dread is it skittered down the ridge of a spine.

Heartbreak was the plunge.

A single pale finger raises to her lover's cheek, gliding smoothly, gently, against the crimson trajectory of the tear that clashes so harshly with the otherworldly pallor of his skin. How very close was she to allowing her own tears to sully the taut planes of her cheeks with their ghastly crimson rivulets... and yet she battles their impending tide with every last morsel of strength she can grasp betwixt her desperately searching fingers. They would soon topple the fissure-creased veneer of her self-control, surely, but Isolt refused to allow that to be Lillian's one and only memory of her mother and father. There was a vast, unending life of tears that lay beyond the sterile steel of the hospital doors; an eternity for the shards of her obliterated heart to slowly and arduously slice away at every parcel of her that lay broken, caged only by a fleshy carapace.

That time would surely come, but for however long they might have with their daughter Isolt would bolster herself, bolster them, against the oppressive heft of the agony that cast its sordid breath against the napes of their necks. All that she wished for their daughter to know in her life, short though it undoubtedly would be, was the love held for her within this pair of stilled hearts. "This is your dad," she whispers to the pair, the heavenly cerulean of her eyes lingering upon the stern planes of her lover's face for a long moment before returning to the cherub cradled so very carefully within his arms. "Isn't he handsome?" The barest note of a chuckle bubbles beyond Isolt's closed lips as she reaches out towards the gently cooing infant, an impossibly-tiny hand reaching forth, unburdened by the sloth of hesitation, to clasp impossibly-tiny digits about her mother's index finger. The embrace is a sensorial, breathtaking; their daughter was so very strong. If only this strength could last... if only her mother had not failed her in this.

Carefully Isolt wraps her arms about the swaddled babe, pulling her daughter into the cradle of her own arms and resting against the comforting, solid frame of her husband. There they lay, a seemingly-peaceful family of three, for what could have been hours though in the troubled heart of the new mother it was naught more than the passing of a small handful of moments as she whispered to her daughter how very much she was loved. As if it would have ever been possible to rely a lifetime's worth of love into so few moments.

And then, suddenly and all at once, Isolt's skin was pulled taut into phantom gooseflesh in the barest moment before the infant in her arms drew a strangled, rasping half-breath... followed by another... and then another. The bellowing cry of before was no longer, the newborn struggling to rally enough oxygen to produce such a sound- this strife wrenching at Isolt's insides as she held their daughter, as helpless against the onslaught as she was. "It's okay, my love. It will all be better soon," she nearly croaked the words, her gullet clenching nearly to a close in a manner most agonizing. This, and only this, was all of the comfort that the crimson-haired vampire was capable of offering- the promise and comfort of death's numbness to this child that should have never been.

The end comes too swiftly, Lillian's tiny lungs no match for the battle pitted against them by forces so far beyond their control, the newborn's breaths coming slower and slower, made shallow by life's retreating tide. Her last is nearly a sigh... of relief, perhaps. "I'm so sorry," Isolt whispers before she lays her head back against the shoulder of her husband, her movements slow as if every last part of her had been filled to the brim with sand, her eyes staring beyond the pimpled tiles of the ceiling. Her fa├žade pinches, crumbles into the grimace of agony that had lay in wait just beneath the surface as the crimson tears she had somehow abated fall in ghastly branches down the slopes of her upturned cheeks. She plunges then, into the abyss that awaits her.

This was heartbreak.

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