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.

i could show you incredible things {ezekiel, darling}

Posted on July 17, 2018 by vitani marie lovelace
North Reopen Thread
Again, the fae woman finds herself completely and utterly bored. She is sitting outside as she so often does on the rooftop terrace of her mansion. The crackling of flames burning in the rounded fireplace that centers itself around the immaculate and perfectly placed white outdoor chairs and sectional adorned by canvas aruba sunbrella cushions is nothing but subtle background noise alongside the sounds of Sacrosanct as she drapes herself lavishly across the length of her usual sitting place, one slender arm rested almost lazily across the back as peridot eyed dressed in black eyeliner and mascara look out to the city below. The firelight glows against her pale skin and long, flowing platinum blonde hair cascading over one shoulder stirring in a soft summer breeze that brushes against her soft skin. A nearly empty crystal wine glass is cradled elegantly in the hand whose wrist rests easily over her raised right knee. On this particular evening, she wears some of her favorite silk lounge pants and spaghetti strap a pale green that almost match the light hues of her gaze that gave the appearance of admiring the darkening skyline as the sun began to sink below the skyline. Perhaps if she cared for such trivial things, there may have even been the faintest hints of a smile upon blush lips, but there was no such thing to suggest that Vitani was enjoying a peaceful evening. Instead, she simply swirls what remains of the champagne she had been drinking, musing over what it was that she might fancy using as a tool to provide her with some meager form of amusement. Save for the maids that tended to Vitani's large home that was arguably more space that she would truly ever need, and the serpent companion that was likely curled in one of her favorite places, the walls of that impeccable mansion were silent and empty. Something that the fae woman was certainly content with save for those moments where she sought... other comforts.

She wonders only briefly of where it was that Ludo had gone off to, even though it was well since past his shift to simply lounge around the residence unless there was a disturbance. Which, here in Acosta Heights, was something that she was beginning to realize as much rarer than the silks that hung almost untouched within her enormous walk-in closet. Of the many places all throughout the world that she had made temporary harbor within, there had only been a small handful where the more unsavory of individuals were more active and interested in the valuables that filled these mansion walls. Not that any of it held any true sentiment to the fae woman anyway, each and every item easily replaceable and perhaps even with something superseding what had been stolen or ransacked in the first place. While she was far from the most ancient of her kind, born naturally as she was rather than those more unfortunate to have been forced to undergo the torturous change brought on by those who toyed with such magic, there was no denying that Vitani has seen her fair share of years. They all blurred together in the end, and she was far from counting her days, so bolding unafraid of those that might think to wish her harm. From childhood, she has been untouchable expect by those that she had invited to do so, so as far as she was concerned, there was no reason to be anxious over the "baddies" that lurked in every village, town, and city â€" no matter how big or small. In the end, she had more than enough money to pay whatever was required. Currency has always been one of the ultimate means to gain power that most all beings of both infamy and not from long ago used to buy the world, even all those all those years ago when it had once been much harder to come by. Even now, in this very moment and on this very night, it was still that same world, and the likelihood that it always would be for perhaps centuries to come if not more only ever seemed to grow in assurance from what the fae woman had seen thus far in her relatively short life â€" considering just how long fae were known to live.

Lifting the delicate china to her lips to finish off her liquid pleasure, she lingers there upon the outdoor couch for a few moments longer before finally deciding that tonight would be as good as any to see if perhaps Sacrosanct might have something more to offer her aside from the men she's found in the months that she'd arrived within the city's limits. It had been quite some time since she'd last ventured to the wealthier side of the city to indulge in whatever â€" or rather whomever â€" might manage to catch her ever-fickle interest. Perhaps she might even find someone to share her bed with should they prove to have something she wanted. After all, that had been how she found her dearest James and the all too kind-hearted Ludovino. With her mind made up, the woman rises from where she had been sitting, making her way with grace across the rooftop terrace and through the sliding glad door that opens up into her bar and indoor lounge. Setting the whine class on the granite counters, she moves out of this room and down the halls of white tile and stark walls accented with various oil paintings she'd collected to fill the empty space. Moving into her chamber where a fire also pops and crackles within its modern fireplace, she disregards the petite brunette maid finishing the last of her long list of chores Vitani always saw fit to charge her with."I'm going to be going out tonight, Darcy. Please ensure that Fredrick has the Lincoln Continental waiting at the front door", she says nonchalantly before disappearing into her extravagant closet."Yes, Miss Lovelace", replies the maid in a mousy and small voice before abandoning her previous task and disappearing out of the room. Peridot eyes glance over the assortment of expensive dresses from cocktail dresses to evening gowns amidst the various other clothing that lines the walls on all sides. There is a contemplative "hmm" that the fae woman hums as she decides on just what she would want to wear, uncertain of exactly what part she would be playing tonight. Perhaps she would be playing the damsel in distress today, or maybe even the independent yet vulnerable maiden... She finally settles over a short and form-fitting stark white one-shoulder cocktail dress, trailing slender fingers over the satin material. It was simple and yet elegant with a split that would lead up the right thigh, the fae woman deciding then that it would be more than enough for whatever occasion she would find.

She slips out of her loungewear and into the dress that hugs her feminine curves in all the right places, moving to where the shoes rested and selecting a pair of white stilettos that laced around her ankles, completing the ensemble quite well. After then standing in front of the full-body mirror and choosing to simply run a brush through her long silken locks, not quite feeling as though she wanted to wear it up, Vitani retrieves her small black purse and departs first from the closet and then the bedroom, making her way through the top floor of the silent mansion and down the polished stairwell, where Darcy and her favored driver wait quietly for her. Still there is no warmth to the fae woman's face as the maid movies hurriedly to open the door, Frederick following closely behind. Only when they have descended down the threw-step stairs leadup up to the front door which Darcy closes quietly behind them does he move ahead of her to open the door for her."Where to this evening, madame?", he asks as the Vitani settles herself into the leather interior without hardly a glance to the man."The Voodoo Room, Frederick", she says in a voice like silk and honey as she adjusts herself. With a curt nod, he closes the door and moves into the driver seat. They depart Acosta Heights, Vitani content to examine near perfectly manicured nails to pass the time by. Both her maids and Frederick knew that there was little point in engaging the woman in idle conversation, Vitani wanting little to no part of it when there was nothing that could potentially be gained. She paid them well, they did as she told them â€" it was as simple as that. There was no confiding, no easiness that fell between the fae woman and the humans that she allowed into her world simply for the temporary purpose that they would serve. The way she saw things, what point was there in wasting time with mortals?

It is not long before Vitani can feel the vehicle come to a gradual halt, and only then does she look out the tinted window to see the familiar building that she'd been to previously. Her thoughts flicker ever so briefly to the encounters that she'd had here with two of the dark hunters she'd had the... pleasure of meeting, in more than one sense of the word. But ah, a lady doesn't kiss and tell now does she? Frederick exists the limousine only to move to her door, opening it and stepping aside. Vitani rises from her seat, the click of each heel against the pavement going unheeded as the others walk past, the fae now allowing only the faintest smirk to dance across her blush lips as a fee men turn to take a second look before going on their merry way, though the man at the door certainly isn't bashful as eyes go dark with thoughts she could only imagine were daring to flicker across his mind. She offers him a honeyed smile as he opens it for her, though she gives him no words of appreciation. She'd only just arrived after all, she had yet to see just who she might find here within the lavish bar tonight. Only then would she pick the cards to play. Her strides are filled with grace and undeniable confidence as men turn their heads and allow for their eyes to travel along the curves showing so perfectly well through the stark white satin fabric that wraps around her pale skin. She disregards the attention she draws to herself for now, instead walking past the tables and booths to settle into a stool at the bar, and as she does the bartender eagerly makes his way to her, black hair slicked back as he throws her a smile that could very easily be considered by most as charming."Good evening, miss. What can I get you?", he asks smoothly as he runs a damp cloth on the polished mahogany bar. She fluttering thick, black lashes over pale peridot with a gentle smile curving her features."Chateau Margaux Bordeaux, if you would be so kind", she purrs in reply, kind and courteous - for the time being. He gives a nod and turns to retrieve the glass of wine she'd requested. Placing one slender leg over the other, allowing for the material of her dress to stretch and the slit to climb just a little higher, she runs a slender hand over her pale golden hair curled and wrapped around itself as she turns her gaze ever so briefly to the sea of nameless faces, giving no sign of being aware of the men that look at her.

Now, to wait and see what the twilight hours of this sleepless city would bring...
Vitani Marie Lovelace