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

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Posted on December 07, 2020 by emerance
East


It was...atypical for the seat in a cafe to be claimed, especially one very particular seat. There were, of course, regulars at any small business who often crafted a niche of their own in the establishment. They, she noticed, tended to be rather protective of their little slices of heaven and yet he was hardly a seventy-year-old man with a cane to fit such a distinct profile. Oh no, he hardly looked much older than her, even if the depths of his peculiar colored eyes seemed to suggest he was jaded by a lifetime of experiences she couldn't fathom. If only he knew. Still, this was most certainly a public location, and she, as a lady, surely had rights to the armchair before being cast out by a man. The inquiry upon her gingerly glossed lips seemed to hold some level of minute disbelief as the dark jade hue of her gaze turned down to critically eye the chair that so comfortably enveloped her. He - this strange man with near stark white hair - seemed to regard her with an even more intense muteness, one broken with a singular word. That air of confidence, however, seemed so poignant around him that, for a moment, Emerance couldn't help but consider the possibility of maybe he owned the cafe. It would certainly make this chair his...along with every other seat, sofa, lounge, and armchair in the immediate vicinity.

Her very question seemed to bring a curious look to his features. It was as if he suddenly regarded her in a new light before casting a glance back towards the cashier that had prompted such a catastrophe in the first place. It was that very glance towards the stoic cashier that prompted a level of...helpfulness within the young woman. Her observation of the fight she had witnessed both a comment and...purposefully explanative of the spilled beverages and shattered china. Emerance hardly expected the ghost of a simper that fluttered over his once stoic features. How...different he seemed when he smiled, even if it was just for a moment. How many years he seemed to shed away, that certain hint of boyishness almost shining through for a brief moment. Emerance could hardly help returning that weak smile with a warm one of her own as if the gesture might somehow provoke more of what she could only assume was a rare gesture. Still, her thoughts were dragged back to the conversation at hand as he inquired her thoughts upon his waitstaff. Temperamental was...one way to describe the barista at the counter and yet...Emerance knew men who were the very personification of 'temperamental'. He was not one of them. Her head shook ever so slightly, her brunette locks shaking in the process.

Emerance's answer, however, was hardly given a chance to leave her lips before the pecularity of his actions stunned the girl to silence. Stealthily, the man slipped a singular sugar cube within his mouth. It was as if he was a child stealing so covertly from the cookie jar under the guise of being sociable. How...very unlike the owner of an establishment such an action was! Surely, he didn't think she hadn't noticed? Her gaze drifted down to the sugar jar upon her table, her slender fingers reached down to grab the jar, only to thrust it upwards towards him like a present. Her offer, however, was hardly accepted quite as she expected - the jar grabbed from her hands as he scolded her, only to settle in the seat across from her with sugar jar in his lap. The jade hue of Emerance's gaze trailed after his own as the man glanced cautiously towards the barista, somehow fearing the fellow's retaliation. Was he truly that scary? Her lips pursed together in consideration, fluttering back towards the man in front of her as he offered her some vague excuse. "Is he? So why don't you fire him?" She inquired, her head tilting to the side. What a...contentious relationship they seemed to have between employee and employer. If she had believed that was truly his role in this cafe, that alone might have coaxed the first sliver of doubt.

How quick he seemed to change the topic, deviating away from sugar and his employee to instead comment upon how...new she was to this cafe. Clearly, regardless of who he was, he frequented the establishment enough to know the regulars. "I am," She admitted, "My brother and I used to go to Milstead's down on 34th but....I thought I could use a change of pace. It is nice...the tea is great. Well...it was great." Emerance turned with a hint of remorse towards the floor and the place her teacup had fallen, the mug already taken away by the barista attempting to clean the mess on the floor. "Is it always this busy? Or....is there a better time to visit?" She inquired, choosing not to linger too long upon spilled milk...or in this case...tea.

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