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.

Audette Rousseau

Thrown in icy waters underneath the waves;

Posted on March 11, 2020 by Adrien Westward
Another night in this carnival of souls

The show was dazzling, the lights upon that well-decorated stage with the effortless dancers that claimed the space with effortless ease. It was certainly a stage for such a creature with that eternal glow to truly shine. He swore he saw her powers leaking through, wondering if it was intentional or not. Not that she needed it with her costume that sparkled beneath the spotlights. She was breathtaking. Her pale skin almost shimmering beneath the spotlight. She was divinely beautiful, that admittance he attempted to silence, chastising himself for these strange forbidden thoughts that swam within his mind. His mind a cavernous place filled with the shadows he wielded. Yet even still, he had shown up. In fact, he couldn't quite help himself as he counted down the days to see her again, those notes despite looking forward to them, hadn't quite cut it anymore. He couldn't help the way his shadowy purple gaze followed her as she danced. Any questions on whether she was good or now squashed like a bug beneath a heel of a shoe. What a foolish question he had asked her upon their first meeting.

Despite acting unreadable, he had put forth an effort to dress for this very occasion, braved the very stores he often only viewed from behind glass when they were closed at night. It suited his broad-shouldered frame, the muscular man struggled to find something that would fit his athletic build. Yet even still, he was every ounce the hunter, surrounded by strange faces that eyed him peculiarly. He wore that pressed suit, he looked the part, but even then they could see right through him. That predatory edge never quite leaving the man, his gaze ever astute, scanning those faces within the crowd as though he expected something amiss within the dazzled masses. Fuck. Perhaps he should have shaved that three-day stubble that dotted his jawline, maybe that was it.

It took some time for the hunter to simply relax in those velvet-lined chairs, the man could not remember the last time he had sat through a full performance before when he was no on duty. But she had invited him and the advice that belonged to Alistair, even now, rang clearly within his mind. Ask her out. Adrien could hardly tell which was more absurd, his desires or the fact that he was nervous. This went against everything he believed in and hunted and yet he could not help himself. Why had she invited him here, he would not know, but surely if he truly looked beyond his own tunnel vision he would have known.

After the standing ovation from the adoring crowd, himself included, he slipped away just before they all herded like sheep to the main exits. There was no set place to meet her and yet the most predictable one of all had seemed to be the alleyway. Oddly the place he told her to avoid. He hadn't known how long he waited there for, back propped against the brick wall, cloaked in shadows... his right leg bent at the knee, his expression was bored and yet far too aware of everything around him.

He had stored that pretty bouquet of flowers for safekeeping within the depths of his vehicle, admittedly feeling quite silly. Yet, he hardly budged from that wall. Far too curious to see her again. It had been far too long and he had to be sure if he was going mad.

Part of him believed he would be able to shake these lingering thoughts that remained like a tattoo within his mind. He was sure her presence would not hold the same sway it had. Surely it was just the protector within him that was drawn to the damsel, a tale as old as time. Surely it wasn't her soft dove-like eyes, nor the way she seemed like a beacon to slice through his shadows.

Surely it wasn't that he found her so damn beautiful.

While he was a beast, a reaper. An omen of darkness to those supernaturals that caused more harm than good. He convinced himself it was the right thing to do. Those countless supernatural beings he had killed that may or may not have deserved it. Yet when he looked into the mirror, he wondered at the person he saw. A hardened menace who enjoyed taking those leaches power away.

A frown that could not be seen etched within his forehead was swallowed by those shadows that swirled about him both moodily and soundlessly. Several ballerinas had already left that building, babbling happily to one another. Pride having not diminished since their successful performance. He hardly stirred nor alerted them of his appearance. In truth, no one noticed him at all. After some time... He couldn't help but wonder if Audi took another way out. If she had changed her mind. Or perhaps... that ticket for him had only been to simply see the show and she had no interest in his company after it.

That was when she appeared, her mere presence made his body go rigid. She was alone, her bag slung over her shoulder as she peered around her ever curiously. As if she looked for something. Like a lurking vampire? Or perhaps worse... the deadly reaper that waited for her in those lingering shadows. As if unable to help himself, he pushed off that wall, ruby red roses dotted randomly with pink ones held secretively behind his back. Perhaps he should have let her slip away, and assume he had left her.

But it was like he was drawn to her light.

"Hello, ballerina." His voice sliced through the darkness, his voice almost smokey like the tendrils of shadows that clung to him.

He stepped forward expecting her to whirl around with that dancer-like grace to face him. The moment she did, he was almost taken aback. He could hardly help the barest of smiles that traced his lips, his shadowy gaze brushed over her, those flowers still concealed from view. He swore that look alone was like... she was the hunter and he was her prey.

"You put on quite a show.." He complimented, his figure now stood before her, his body near towering over her own. Because during the whole performance of The Nutcracker, she outshone the whole thing. Yet the longer within her presence he found his usual composure begin to shift.

For a moment he forgot what he was, who he was. He was nervous. What was that about. He could feel it like a nervous flutter in his stomach. Pull it together Adrien. He cursed within his mind. "You were practically glowing..." He eyed her carefully considering her then, almost forgetting the concealed flowers he intended to give her. The french fae could have very well smited him down with one look. He only hoped she was not privy of the power she held over him.



These memories are like shadows

I can't seem to find my way home