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.
That firm shove was akin to being hit with a brick - vampires, he had quickly learned, were notoriously strong when they desired to be and yet, so too was his body capable of withstanding their strength. He stumbled backward a few steps before Alistair found his balance once again. The damage, however, had already been done. Any hope shred of trust he had gained with Richard had been utterly decimated as the vampire's lips peeled back to reveal his fangs in a near feral hiss. The last thing he had expected, however, was for everyone on the patio to abruptly rise to their feet. Though the small confrontation had garnered the patrons attention, it should never have been to the point to prompt such a simultaneous reaction. It was that look of utter fury on their faces, however, that prompted some understanding within Alistair. Somehow, by some stroke of magic, Richard had managed to control them all. His emerald eyes briefly traversed the small patio in search of...well...anything that might help. Unfortunately, beyond his fellow hunter, escape from the situation seemed to be in short supply. Of fucking course. A soft breath left his lips as he watched Richard step back, the crowd converging around him in some effort to defend him.
Alistair's gaze fluttered towards his fellow Hunter, the Englishman had risen to his feet long ago, a silver dagger grasped tightly within his hand as he too surveyed the scene with far more of a discerning eye than the Artist. The Hunter stepped back, falling in line with Alistair himself as the man insisted he shouldn't hurt the people who have been enslaved by Richard's power. It was an obvious statement. They, after all, did not ask for this fight and yet, how much easier it was to say then do. "And how do you propose we do that?" Alistair inquired dryly. It was the sound of clothes ripping that caused Alistair to glance over his shoulder, his brow rose at the very sight of a hyena standing behind them with hackles raised and saliva dripping from it's open jaws. "Of course there's a hyena. Why wouldn't there be a hyena?" He muttered under his breath, the situation near rapidly expanding out of control. Alistair turned, giving Richard his back while he faced the new threat head on. It was the sound of the English lit beside him that caused the artist to glance over at his companion, a scowl quickly crossed his features. "You are what pissed him off." He countered, pointedly, everything could have been fine if Richard hadn't noticed another Hunter there. He could have talked him down...maybe.
He glanced at his companion as William paused, the whole scene momentarily breathless, though Alistair was certain that it wouldn't last long. He was loath to admit to yet another Hunter that he was still largely floundering through his newfound role in life. A soft sigh left the artist's lips before he shook his head ever so slightly. "There's no promise Richard won't keep them under his possession if we do escape." Really though, with Richard's power there was no promise anyone was safe, though he was sure he hardly had to point that out. "I...guess I'll keep the Were busy if you can get through the humans?" He offered, willingly accepting the role of a mere distraction. Finally, his hand reached out, a short sword appeared within his palm, it's plain appearance lasted only a few seconds before that signature blue flame near engulfed it's very tip. Start small Adrien had said, even if his affinity kept calling for that scythe. Such a large weapon was hardly suited for such a confined space anyways. Easily, Alistair took up the stance Adrien had engrained within him, hoping that this would be exactly like sparring with the elder Hunter. It couldn't be that different...right? God this was going to suck. He hardly had a chance to take a breath before the Hyena lunged at him, Alistair's blade so quickly whizzed through the air to meet the creature head on, even if he was playing more defensive than offensive.