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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on January 10, 2015 by Damon
East


The silence grows long around us but I find it comforting in these moments, alone with my thoughts as I stare into the flames. I can still watch her from the corner of my eyes, watching her twirl her fingers in her luscious hair as she waits for me to say something, anything. By the agonizing look on her face, I would think she didn't epect me to say anything. That look kills me inside and I wish to banish it forever. I would hate to ever be the cause of her feeling like that again. As she parts her lips, her face the expression of regrets, I turn and speak, suddenly wanting her to know my story. Not because I've never told it before but because if anyone on this earth deserves to know how I became the way I am, she does. I want her to know everything about me but of course everything comes with time.

She listens carefully and I hate to see the pain in her eyes as I tell her about my love and loss. She acts as if she can feel what I felt in those moments all those years ago. When I look back at her, she seems worried about something and I find my brow rising in puzzlement. Is she worried about me or something else? I wish I could assure her that I've gotten over my love to Catherine. She never loved me and she didn't deserve me. I finally figured that out. It took a long time, many years in fact, but I did figure it out eventually. As for my brother? Well, he's still my brother, even if he is a little psycho when he gets some human blood in his system. Oh well, you've only got one, right?

She doesn't move to me but then I don't think I really expected her to. I'm not sure I could take her touch in this moment, my mind too haunted by old memories made fresh again in the firelight. I do catch sight of her chewing on her bottom lip and even in my distracted mindset, I feel my skin start to crawl with anticipation. Even at times like this, she can still find subtle ways to distract me.

I didn't expect her to speak either, and certainly not to tell me how she was turned. Her memories are much more raw than my own, still a gaping hole in her still heart that she carries around with her. She doesn't name her maker but then, it doesn't really matter. Well, I take that back. A part of me would like nothing more than a name so I can go put a stake in their heart right now for doing this to her but then I know that won't help matters. It wouldn't earn anything from Isolt. I know in her kind heart, she would still not wish for her maker's death. Instead I find my interest more peaked by her mentioning a man she was with. I scowl, my brows furrowing. As she closes her eyes, I wonder if she's still seeing him, like a fairy tale she wishes to relive again.

But then she manages to make me feel a little better when she says that he was a farce, though I don't know if that's an insult thrown at him or her maker for using him. I wish it was a bit of both. She tells me that her maker wanted to punish him so she made him watch and that only makes me angrier at this mystery man. Why didn't he help her? Even I didn't survive, I would still have intervened, done anything I could to give her what she wants. Why couldn't he do the same? She gives him too much credit, sees good when perhaps there's not any. Or he's just a coward. She grows silent and I can tell the next words she offers are going to be heavy. I see the tears springing to life in her eyes and I take an involuntary step toward her, wanting to wipe them away and make her feel okay again. But I know she wants to do this so I hold my place and let her continue, my eyes soft, wishing I knew what to do.

I feel my veins grow hot with anger when she says that her maker tortured her. Now I really want a name. I want to make her maker pay, make her feel like the pawn she titled Isolt with, make her feel the same way she did.

As she moves toward me, I shift, not sure how to act with all these emotions spurning to life within me. I feel anger and regret and pain. I wish I could have been there that night to save her. I wish I could have punched that guy straight in his face too. Her hand goes around my arm and I turn to look at her, my eyes vulnerable in this moment. She tilts my chin so that I have to look at her but I would look nowhere else right now. She tells me that she doesn't know anything about my maker or my brother but that Catherine was a fool and she made a poor choice. I offer a small smirk but it's not the usual confident one. This one is softer, less sure.

"Maybe she did, or maybe she saved me by not choosing me."

My brows furrow again, my face more serious now.

"Your maker...she's not still around, is she? And that man who watched all this...who didn't lift a finger to help you. Tell me he's gone too or so help me, he'll wish he was if I ever run into him."

The words are almost a growl off my tongue, my eyes flaring to life now with the justice I feel she deserves for the crimes against her. I cannot do anything about what happened to me. My father, the vampires hunters, they are all dead now. Catherine could be dead for all I know or care. But her crimes are still fresh, her tormentors still alive. There is something I can do about that. She deserves happiness. She deserves to feel complete. She deserves so much more in this life and the one after.

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