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.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

Posted on July 31, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford

Carolina Grace Bedford.

The thrumming music seemed to call from her from the street, bathed in the warm light of a lamp she had paused to listen to the dull echoing that resonated from inside the club. She had no intention of ending up here when she left work tonight, a bar typically the last place a bartender might want to go after getting off her shift. Yet tonight she couldn't calm that feeling inside her the demanded to move, couldn't imagine just going home when her feet yearned to wander. It pulled her inside the welcoming darkness of the club, had her winding her way through the sea of bodies to order a drink at the bar. "Whiskey double, neat." She smiled sweetly at the bartender and her drink arrived much earlier than many of the others who had ordered before her no doubt. Tipping back the glass she relished the hot burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat, relishing the way it seemed to stretch out to her extremities and warm her to her very soul. Swallowing she lowered the dramatically less full glass, letting her heated gaze skim the crowd as best they could in the dim lights. It seemed everyone had come here to forget tonight.

Her gaze connected with man across the room, his eyes as dark as her own with a mop of black hair and a beard to match. Her sweetheart lips pulled up into a slight curve as she pushed off the bar and padded her way toward him. It was the perfect night to get lost in someone else, to let the music and the alcohol wipe away anything that wasn't her body pressed against someone else's. How often had she used those tactics on a mark, coerced them into that welcome embrace that giving in to someone else offered before she had taken everything from them. It is perhaps that singular thought sneaking in as their bodies moved together on the dance floor that let in his voice.

A laugh, somehow carrying over the throng of people and the pulsing music grabbed her attention and had panic flooding her vision. Eyes wide she pushed the man aside, he was now no more than an afterthought as she searched desperately for the face connected to that laugh, terrified of what she might see. It wasn't until she heard the sound again, pinpointing just who it was... and that it wasn't who she feared. Heart still racing she turned abruptly, leaving her impromptu date in the dust as she made her way to the stairwell that led upwards. She needed space, needed air, suddenly the densely packed club that had once seemed so welcoming was suffocating her. Taking the stairs with startling speed despite the number of drinks the young man had bought her earlier she burst onto the rooftop and into the cool night air.

Despite the rooftop also being a bar with twinkling lights and a server in the corner no one seemed to be up here tonight, and she was grateful for it as she stumbled to the edge of the building, gripping her hands with white knuckles against its hard surface. The feel of it biting into her palms seemed to help ground her, clear her head of what... or who she had feared was downstairs. It was hard to remind herself that there was almost no way he could find her here, no way he could have tracked her down, not with all the care she had taken to disappear. One hand moving to the raised skin on her neck, care always taken to hide it beneath those soft curls. Still there it was, the terror of losing everything she had worked so hard to build over the last few months. Shakily she brought her drink to her lips, seeking that sweet oblivion now more than ever. Oh what it would be to forget.

Run away with me
Lost souls and reverie
Running wild and running free
Two kids, you and me
Long live the pioneers
Rebels and mutineers
Go forth and have no fear
Come close the end is near