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

i can see the patterns on your face [Alexander]


Posted on July 17, 2015 by Sisenna Abandonato
East
little supernovas in my head, little soft pulses in my den
little souvenirs and secrets shared, little off-guard and unprepared
Sisenna
The east danced to its own beat, its occupants moving flawlessly to the steady drum of its heartbeat. The sun had yet to reach its peak and already streams of people meandered their tangled web of foot paths, miraculously navigating the sizable crowds with little-to-no collisions. It almost seemed coordinated â€" complete strangers moving and halting to a rhythm no one can hear but everyone seemed privy to, as if the east side really was a heart and we were the blood moving through its chambers. The discordant hum of chatter surrounded me like an embrace, its wistful fingers brushing against delicate wisps of memories that felt of home. This is, without a doubt, my natural environment. The energy of the crowd filled my being and for the first time in a long time I could think of her without getting somber. They were happy memories of bustling afternoons shuffling from store to store, carefree. Trying on clothes, bartering with shop keepers, laughing at some private joke over greasy-yet-satisfying meals. There were the more serious but exhilarating memories too, the pair of us trekking through the humanoid sea with purpose searching for a target or the means to eliminate it. Part of me still believed all it took was to reach out with a hand, and her fingers would intertwine with mine â€" her tiny, almost childlike hands would press into my palm.

I had hoped to have wandered across something, anything by now. When she was alive, we rarely went a week without some sort of encounter. She would always stiffen, her pale eyes locked intensely with whomever had the misfortune of being her quarry, and I would know there would be business to attend to before the night was done. I assumed it came with the territory of being a Dark Hunter, but not once had I even an inkling that anyone out of the ordinary was nearby. Maybe it was a talent special to her, or maybe I was just a defective hunter. It was impossible to know with such a small sample size, and the only person who had the answers had been murdered. Though, perhaps it wasn't either of the two options. Perhaps I had finally taken one too many drugs, or downed one too many mugs of alcohol, and have fallen off the deep end. Everything felt so real, more vivid than anything had ever experienced, then suddenly she's gone. No hard proof of her existence, no hard proof I was anything but human, and nothing to say that anyone else was either.

Well, the earlier optimism was nice while it lasted.
I need a drink. Or two. Or six.

I duck into a nearby café before I get carried away with myself; after all, no self-respecting Italian would turn down a good cup of coffee.

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