Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

The VooDoo Room
The Witchery


The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.


Posted on May 13, 2017 by COLUMBIA de LÉVÊQUE
he waited seven more days

and sent the dove out once again

each day i am haunted by the feelings of others and each night i am overwhelmed by the feelings of her .

i guess there really is no rest for the wicked.

i was a queen once, honest i was. i didn't believe it either when i had the first memory attack. thought it was black magic, thought it was just a nightmare, but the memories just kept coming. she was more formidable than i, the girl i was before. she was strong and fierce, murderer of her husband and ruler of kingdoms far more vast than these. i don't know why i'm not like her, well me, who i used to be. im softer, like a fragile porcelain doll, full of do many emotions i can't even decipher which one's are truly mine. it doesnt help that every so often the queen from before threatens to break free and expose herself.

i swear she is like an evil twin, stuck inside of me. I still cannot fathom that she is me and I am her.

complicated I know.

i can feel the loose rocks from the street press into my back, bringing me back to reality. the cool night air is refreshing to my face, the moonlight shining down on me like a lover's gaze. i've stopped counting the stars by now, it doesn't help me sleep. she threatens me most in my dreams. i sound depressing, literally, as if my life is this pathetic reoccurring theme of tragedy. i promise im not always like this, i just haven't been myself lately.

a sigh and then a breath, and i allow my eyes to drift to a close. my hand idly trails along my partially bare stomach, fingers writing love letters to no one in particular. if a car came, i would move, maybe. then again i wonder if i let it hit me and if i die, would i gain yet another life? oh no i don't think i would care too much for that, then I would be haunted by two me's instead of one.

still, as i hear a car turning into the street i lay in during this interesting 3 am moment i am having, i find i have yet to make a move to get up.


but this time, it did not return to him