North
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
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
Eternity
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.
the truth will set you free
Posted on June 18, 2020 by isadore dabney
but first it will make you miserable
Jack Hayes was a mystery and he seemed to play right into the role. There is a carefree manner about him as he glides towards his seat with a predatory grace. Honestly, Isadore would love to liken it to a vampire, but it seemed all businessmen of his esteem had that same grace. Sharks in a water filled with blood, ready to attack at the perfect moment. So she smiles prettily, dutifully, though inside she hears Dareios telling her she ought to smile more and her smile seems to take on an edge that she has to artfully ease lest Jack catch on to the tension in her. Isadore might be young but she was learning and in a place like this, fear was not tolerated. So she tucked it all behind some inner wall and got on with it, watching as he casually shifts and plays with his cuffs, a man used to making those around him look. Used to being the spotlight with his handsome face and bank full of money.
Go ahead, you shark, let's see what you got, she thinks.
As he begins to describe the business of Hayes Corporation, she nods intently, listening to all that he was saying and also not saying. Inference was a key thing in these interrogations. "NASA is quite an endorsement," she intercedes appropriately at the note of pride in his voice. Then, In a blink, he admits to selling the drones to the military. There was nothing wrong with that in and of itself. No, what was wrong was the rumors that it wasn't just OUR military he was selling too. Before she can question him on it, he delves into the rumors.
"Investors are on thing, but there are rumors, Mr. Hayes, that your drones are somehow ending up in the hands of enemy militaries. It makes our wars rather hard to fight when we are fighting with the same products, doesn't it?" Her words are crisp but there is an edge of challenge in them, a glint in her eyes that lets him know she doesn't believe him. Her words go silent, mouth dry, when he rises, staring at her in a way that made her want to either flee like a rabbit or attack like a wolf. Discarding the flight instinct, she tenses her shoulders, chin rising as he circles the desk, heart stuttering while she tries not to let her breath catch. Tries not to reveal the spike in adrenaline or the way her hand seems to edge towards her satchel, where her handgun rests. This was a city after all, and Isadore was only human. She had rights too.
Then, abruptly, he looks up and heads towards the stand with some alcohol. Isadore lets out the quietest of breaths before making a face at the drink, though she nods finally. "Sure." It seemed like she could use one anyways and besides, it might be off-putting for her to drink with him. Enough to get him to slip, even as he asks a question, his gaze full of questions. "Long enough," she says, lips twitching into a challenging smile, gazing at him as if to say two can play the lie game. "I'm assuming you've dealt with your fair share of journalists in the past, Mr. Hayes. Wouldn't want to give away my techniques."