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.

he'll only break your heart

Posted on May 27, 2018 by Tobias

The concept of heaven and hell or indeed any true notion of religion was perhaps an idea entirely wasted upon the boy. Tobias content to continue to merely stare blankly towards his mate in that moment as the young woman made every effort to explain those morals of society and too the consequence of a life either well or poorly lived and the resulting resting place for one's soul. That very rush of words was near too much for his fractured mind to comprehend, Tobias' features wrinkling slightly in the wake of that onslaught before his head tilted just so- those lashings of wild, dark hair falling into his face as he did. The boy cearly contemplating something within the confines off his mind and yet just what it was remained to be seen. The concept of death was one the young man seemed, often, to hold a full understanding off and yet at other times appeared utterly unable to comprehend at all. His thoughts upon the topic ever changing, or at least it would seem. What little he had understood of his mates words apparently prompting that depth of contemplation before he regarded her with seriousness once more.

"So going to....hell?"

That he had, somehow, associated himself with a 'bad person' was apparently clear and yet the deviant hardly seemed concerned with the idea at all, Tobias far more taken with the the statue at the far end of the park. His unfortunate mate very near dragged after him as he all but ran the length of the green space before promptly pointing up to the 'bearded' woman in the dress he was assured he had found. His loud exclamation prompting the amumsnet of several people and the clear disdain of others and yet Tobias failed to see what was so amusing in any sense, his gaze flicking from several people to that statue and back again before announcing he intended to climb it. Raven quick to attempt to insist otherwise. The curly-haired woman making some effort to assure him once more that this was no woman at all but rather a man in a robe. Tobias content to throw his arms near comically upward as if in defeat. This a near favoured expression of the european race and one the young man seemed to have picked up on from that time spent in Italy.

"Boys do not...wear....dresses."
This, he was sure, was something he knew. Tobias so hardly as open minded nor politically correct as some in the new, modern age. His understanding of the world distinctly black and white. His near-black gaze narrowed darkly upon Leonardo once more before that irritable muttering fell from his lips again. Raven's hand easily found his own then. Tobias all but tugged away from that statue then and led back down that path toward the center of the park once more. His girlfriends sudden comment on children met with that momentarily curious look before Raven was assured, matter of factly, that children were small. This, it seemed, prompting some level of care over them lest they break. Tobias having seemingly learned how to be gentle with children. The man genuinely appearing to enjoy interacting with them even if he remained near oblivious to Raven's own internal thoughts on the idea of children of their own. His own mind far more intrigued with that small group of children a short distance away the the very bubbles they were blowing. His eyes shifted easily from one child to the next before coming to rest on that stand behind them where the man sold those very containers.

Raven was, so unfortunately, given very little time to spot just what he had seen at all before the lanky deviant was on the move again and headed for that next target, a container of those bubbles snatched from the stand only to be held towards her with clear pride in his discovery. The WereLeopard so evidently having managed to find something that might yet be attributed to that riddle even if it was a slightly.....unique thought. The shouting Italian man behind him was all but ignored. That foreign language easily tuned out despite the levels of rage the man was reaching. Tobias caring for little other then his mates attention in that moment, the man appearing momentarily pleased in that praise he received before Raven insisted on that need to pay. That lanky deviants comprehension of money as questionable as his ideas of death. The boy appearing to understand only to, often, fail to use that money in a manner even remotely correct. His gaze merely watching as Raven moved to pay the shouting man and instantly achieve that silence before leading them away again.

That lid was easily pried from the container, Tobias lifting that bubble blower from the bottle only to lift it to his lips and blow that stream of bubbles into the air around them- that hissing snicker of delight echoing from him then as those bubbles floated around them. That feline part of him seemed readily content to watch those shiny, floating bubbles with near wide eyes before they inevitably popped, disappearing into nothingness all over again. Tobias' grin hardly faltering as he returned the lid to that container then before tucking those bubbles in his pocket for safe keeping. Pockets, after all, were a very good place to keep treasures. He was sure.

"What is...roots of....a mountain?"

The roots of anything were likely a mystery to the boy in any sense, the notion of bearded women already having distracted him once more as Raven mentioned that taking a woman's beard would be rude. Tobias meeting her gaze readily then. Those fractured, broken lyrics escaping him.

"We...should push...her over then....take it and she will not...see us. Then we will in...trouble."

This was perhaps not his best plan and yet Tobias was nothing if not direct with his ideas in every sense, those dark eyes already searching that crowd for just such a woman. It was fortunate, perhaps, that they hardly passed one. At least not yet. Tobias lifting one hand to point out across the city and towards those distant mountains with a clear look of disdain.

"Are we....walking all the that?"

That the mountain in questions was several hours away by car, let alone foot, had hardly occurred to him. The boy scowling at the thought if walking so far....

"After we get.....married are we....going to go....away like the Faerie and the....vampire?"

The idea of a honeymoon, it seemed, had just occurred to him.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push