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

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 Marcello

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

we've been falling for all this time


Posted on January 03, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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Sublime is the tindered flame of reverent fascination as it bleeds its warmth into the very core of her stilled heart, innocent in its gaiety for the lavish surroundings she would have never found herself privy to without Damon. Hardly materialistic is her appreciation for her companion's fine belongings, her enthusiasm rather reflecting a pure and unadulterated liking for the foreign beauty of everything within his home. Isolt has never known the superficial splendors of wealth, having been markedly less-fortunate for the greater portion of her life and, thus, unequal to the task of meeting the lavish spread before her with anything less than sheer awe.

This awe continues to cast its beaming light unto the pale blue pools of her eyes as they venture to the warmly familiar figure at her side, the fondest simper pulling at her luscious ruby lips. The confession that had come unbidden from his lips just minutes prior hangs freshly within the forefront of Isolt's mind, every syllable seeming to turn upon itself in a repetition that is, for now, without end. The crimson-haired woman had not been afforded proper time in which to formulate the response she had required; she had reached, desperately, into the fathomless crevasse of her mind in order to pilfer from its stores the words she needed... only to find them not. Now, though, it is unmistakable that his words ring with truths beyond him, truths harbored protectively within the impenetrable fortress that has become Isolt's heart. Damon, whether he recognized the evidence of it or not, possessed some peculiar sway over the redhead at his side, a paradoxically complicated and utterly simplistic dominion over her. It was honest and it was pure, without aggression, dominance, or presumption; a connection founded by a trust hard-earned by both individuals and fostered by the unassuming care she possesses for him. Perhaps one day she would find the words and the confidence to tell him, but for now the truth of it shines brighter than any star within the alluring depths of her eyes.

"You'll be pleased to know I have nothing for the roof. And the house barely needs anything. It's just so... beautiful exactly as it is," she whispers, beaming as her eyes caress every last corner of the foyer within which they stand. "Mrs. Marcello, we're done here. You both have a pleasant evening," comes a voice from the far-off oblivion of the double doors, one of the delivery drivers heralding his crew back out into the chilling winter's night. A look of what, perhaps, could have been interpreted as mortification pinches at Isolt's delicate features as she moves to proffer up her own manner of protest at the assumption. "Oh I'm not hi-... just... thank you," she sputters, a perhaps playful wince working its way across her features as Isolt turns to address her companion once again. "That was a little embarrassing." Traipsing back to the bags she had deposited at the entrance to the foyer, each engorged with its own Christmas trappings merely awaiting discovery. "I think we should save the tree for last because that's the best part, so how fast do you think a pair of vampires could decorate a house," she cooed, delicate hands delving into the nearest bag in order to extract with careful precision a gorgeous and ornately-adorned Christmas wreath. And then, a genuinely curious expression glimmering across every pale inch of flesh, she offers it to him.


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