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.

and the sun also rises

Posted on June 05, 2018 by Dorian Aragona

The little vampire's shouted insistence that he was 'doing it' hardly succeeded in filling the Monarch with any real confidence. Especially with that wall so swiftly approaching! How on earth one might turn, let alone stop, had hardly been explained to him. Dorian so previously having had Sebastian to cling to else been moving at far slower, more sedate speeds that readily allowed him to guide himself about. This was decidedly far out of his comfort zone. The Fae's having little chance to call for help before he all but collided with that wall, his feet hitting that wooden border only for the Monarch to tumble onto the ice in a decidedly ungraceful fashion. This was by far the most un-royal he had been in a long time, several of his security team shifting nervously closer as Dorian made some effort to wave them off. How terribly cold his rear was! Perhaps it was almost fortunate Sebastian was not here. His fiance would surely have laughed at him- if not fussed terribly over his well-being all the same. How terribly he missed his lover in that moment. Still, just how he was going to get to his feet was perhaps an even more pressing matter.

It hardly took a moment for Anna-Marie to appear beside him, the little girl evidently rather keen to help him today rather than attempt to murder him as she had done last time. The Monarch careful to appear he was not bleeding from anywhere before he moved to follow her finger to the part of the skate she pointed to as she crouched before him. That he need stick that sharpened point into the ice to help himself up seemed simple enough and yet that slick surface was still slippery, that task not nearly so easy as she made it look he was certain. How undignified it would be to crawl across that ice. For several moments still Dorian remained inclined to merely contemplate that skate, the Fae at last rolling onto his knees before attempting to dig his toe into that ice as the little vampire had shown him.

"I feel terribly undignified. I should hope this does not end up in the papers tomorrow."

Such words were uttered more to himself and yet loud enough for the girl to hear all the same. Dorian shakily rising to his feet, his hands grabbing at the wall once more as he pulled himself up, the Monarch unwilling to let it go a second time as his silver gaze turned back toward his young companion then. Dorian still wary of her in every sense of the word- even if, tonight, she appeared to be on her best behaviour.

"Do you think this is enough skating for tonight? I would be quite happy to watch you if you would like to keep skating though. I simply do not think it is my talent."

That skating was far from his skill was surely clear, Dorian rather hoping the little vampire might be happy to simply skate while he watched, perhaps tire herself out a little. Surely she would grow bored after enough laps and they might both be able to return to their homes. Although just where the little girl lived he had no true idea. Surely she must have a home somewhere, did she not? Were she a regular child he would surely have held some sort of fear for her safety and yet, knowing all she was capable off, the Fae King was hardly inclined to offer her the shelter of Sebastian and his own home. They would be far safer without the girl, of that he was sure, such thoughts of where she slept cast from his mind for the moment.

"You are a very good skater. Did your parents teach you?"

Just how old the child was he hardly knew, older then Sebastian surely, such a thing only logical and yet someone had surely taught her to skate. Why he sought fit to ask after it he hardly knew and yet those age old manners were well intact within the man.

"Have you not got any siblings? I had fifteen of them."

It was, he supposed, quite possible that talking of that past might upset her. Dorian hardly inclined to do that. The Monarch offering that knowledge off his own brothers and sisters if only to make some effort to relate to her- and distract her from the fact he was no longer skating. The man unwilling to let go off that wall again unless forced.

"Are you going to skate some more?"

Hopefully she would not keep him out all night. Sebastian would surely worry if he was late....

Dorian Aragona