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
Barista Alexis Wilde
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 Marcello
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.
Dareios' phone buzzed away in his pocket, but he ignored it. Whoever needed him at this hour either didn't know him or certainly didn't know better. This sacred time at dusk, as the night began, was reserved always for personal time. He tried to ignore the vibrating sensation against his leg and focus on the sights and sounds of the bustling park around him. It was in these moments the vampire found some semblance of zen. It made the work feel worth it, even when so many of his kind were still so quick to chastise him for it.
He was in it - somewhere deep in his meditation - when a woman with a strange accent approached him. Dareios' beady dark eyes blinked quickly as he focused on her and her somewhat scowling face. Her gaze, it seemed, couldn't focus on his for more than a few seconds at a time before falling back onto ... his shoes? Before his lips could part and he could breathe life into an answer - she spoke again. Her quip about his shoes made him scoff a quick laugh. "Thanks for that." He dismissed quickly, looking down at the trendy but God awfully ugly sneakers on his feet. If he were being honest - he didn't even pick them out himself. He had people for that. Apparently these were all the rage among Gen Z and his PR team were hellbent on trying a new way to make him look more approachable among that newly 'of voting age' demographic.
He begins to stand from the bench, his tall and lanky frame easily towering over this were-woman when she has even more to say. This time, Dareios doesn't smile. His face goes stone cold. It was clear this Celtic-borne were was much older than him. He could feel her power radiating just under the surface. But it had certainly been a while since someone had spoken to him like that. His more predatory senses tingled and Dareios did his best to hide the fangs that threatened to show behind his lips. He'd worked hard, over many decades, to develop the strong sense of discipline he had in place now. So as she turned to leave, clearly heading in the opposite direction of where she intended to go, he let her.
"ádh mór." He whispered, but his lips didn't move. Instead, he sent her the message telepathically, hoping she'd appreciate his native Irish tongue. "toisc go bhfuil tú i gceannas ar an mbealach mícheart"
Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl