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

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Posted on March 12, 2016 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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"Paul, it's closing time... your cab should be here any time now." The response to her gentle affirmation is as it always was, the timely swig of the deepest dregs of the last whiskey tumbler in what always was a lengthy series of the same. Such a simple thing to breed the lacings of a simper unto the young woman's cherry lips as she eyed him in patient quietude while he drunkenly un-roosted himself from atop what was, for reasons unknown and unquestioned, this particular patron's favorite barstool. Loosely did he drape his flannel-clad arm over her falsely-delicate shoulders in a dance the two had perfected over the six weeks since Paul's wife had lost the battle she had waged so valiantly with the cancer that had left her delirious and frail in her final moments. They, the two of them, had been the most darling couple Isolt had ever had the pleasure of meeting, the pair making regular visits to Red on the Water to regale Damon and Isolt with wonderous tales of their younger years. Abigail's death, however, had heralded the tendrils of a tenebrific smog into Paul's life and now he spent more days than not perched upon that careworn barstool, partaking of the fine wares of the bar until the drink had robbed him of his footing and his sorrows.

It was a desparately woeful avenue that had lead them here; however, Isolt had told Damon on more than one occasion that she preferred he drown his many sorrows here than ease them in whatever manner he might have otherwise chosen. And so he did, nearly every night, until one of them declared his proverbial glass officially barren and ushered him into the musty backseat of one of the city's many cabs.

"They don't make them like her anymore, 'sssolt," he muttered more to himself than anyone, she suspected, as the cool spring zephyr lapped about her shoulders. "No, they certainly don't," she offered for want of anything else that would truly quail the woebegone man who leaned on her in such unfettered desparation. "Here we go," she lilted, motioning to the cab that, as it always did, squealed to a stop before them. "You're a doll," he slurred as he bestowed upon the demure young vampire's cheek what was admittedly a rather unfortunately sloppy kiss. Isolt smiled despite herself as she ushered her drunken patron into the smoke-choked embrace of the cab's backseat, passing a collection of bills to the waiting driver along with the specifics of his client's destination. "Keep yourself out of trouble, Paul."

The fire-crowned woman lingered for a few long moments upon the aged and fissured concrete of the sidewalk, nibbling absentmindedly at the supple cushion of her bottom lip as her mind chased a series of endless quarries. When finally she made to retreat into her establishment, a familiar figure drew her lithe frame to an untimely halt. The brightest, most adoring grin splayed itself across her upturned features, his name a whisper of relief upon her lips. "Tet." Isolt moved to usher him within despite the fact that the beaming crimson light beyond the window told of their closure for the eve. Gently did she close the heavy wooden door in their stead, the renewed spring in her paces telling of her appreciation for his company. "What are you in the mood for?"

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