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.
All Alistair wanted, after a day of reworking his art for one particularly difficult client, was to go home, fall on his sofa, order something for delivery and pretend work simply didn't exist to deal with again in the morning. The last thing he had expected was to be greeted with her face - the vampire attracting girl with the weird romance novel. Nor did he expect to find her at his feet with her shopping bags spread out around her and nearly every eye of every person within the lobby focused entirely upon them. An audible sigh left his lips as she offered him a playful quip, one that rewarded her with little more than an exasperated roll of his eyes. He was oblivious to the very effect his reaction had upon her, even as he reached down to offer her his hand. The Dark Hunter wasn't prepared for the way she reached out, only to tug at the bit of bright red lacy material beneath his foot. His brows furrowed as he lifted his shoe ever just so, the young woman quickly snatched her underwear back, shoving it into one of her bags as quickly as possible. There certainly wasn't any mystery anymore to what she wore beneath her clothes...not...that Alistair should even be considering that in the first place.
His head shook, the artist purposefully pressed the thought from his mind as he instead inquired if the girl managed to ever go anywhere without tripping over herself...or bringing utter chaos in her wake. His hand, however, remained outstretched and carefully, her fingers brushed against his own as she pulled herself to her feet - her cheeks matching the very underwear he'd only moments ago been standing upon. Alistair was quick to release her from his hold, however. Instead, the artist simply watched in mild amazement as the girl pulled out another pair of heels from her purchases, protesting all the while of her broken heel. It was...terribly convenient that the girl had purchased another set of shoes...though considering the number of bags that surrounded her, it seemed as if she could put together a whole different outfit on the fly if she needed. It only took her a moment to pull out the wadded tissue paper and slip on the new pair of heels, the woman regaining her height and some measure of her dignity. The bright blue of her gaze turned back towards him with her newly donned shoes, the girl peering up at him as she insisted it was his fault that she seemed to suffer injury every single time the pair met. Alistair's brows rose as he watched her tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She hardly hesitated, however, continuing on with some jest that it was perhaps one of his abilities - to affect gravity of all things. "No. It isn't." Alistair responded, his voice decidedly deadpanned as he watched that smile flutter briefly across her features...and quickly die from his remark.
Her far more serious offer, however, was one he regarded with far more consideration. The emerald of his gaze slowly turned from her and towards the lobby that surrounded him. This was, admittedly, the first time a woman had offered to buy him dinner. Another soft sigh left his lips before his gaze turned back towards her. "You can join me for dinner....I guess." Alistair gave in, hardly letting the woman pay for his meal. The vividness of his irises turned down towards the bags still positioned all around her. "....would you like me to carry some of those?" He inquired almost begrudgingly. After all, it was what was expected of him, as a man...and yet....dear God how much had the woman shopped?! It was only with several of her bags in hand that Alistair turned on his feet to lead her through the tower and the retail shopping. He knew exactly where he was going, and, in turn, offered the woman little chance to make her own suggestions. The front of the store was painted sleek and black, the windows tinted as darkly as possible with a single golden sign painted on the front door reading '13 Coins'. Alistair led her inside the restaurant, only to be greeted by an attentive hostess with a smile.
"How can I help you?" She inquired warmly.
"A booth for two, please." The artist responded, the Dark Hunter entirely to the point.
"Please follow me." The hostess offered, grabbing two menus in the process as she led the way through the dimly lit restaurant.
The pair were guided towards a table in the corner, the spot almost...intimate with it's low lighting and leather booths reached nearly to the ceiling. It was like their own little world in the hubbub of the city and clearly, exactly what Alistair loved about the place. He slid into his side of the booth, placing his messenger bag down on the booth beside him and Piper's shopping bags at her feet. This would have almost been a nice, peaceful end to his day...and yet, with his current company, Alistair expected it to be anything but.