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.

you like me best when i'm off my rocker


Posted on December 05, 2020 by ASKAREE
North

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It hardly mattered that he acquiesced so quickly to her demand that he make himself present. It hardly mattered that his swift arrival implied, at least in some small measure, that he was willing to entertain the notion of assisting her. No, the fealty implied by his actions didn't make one goddamn bit of difference because the hesitance evidenced in his stayed progression, the manner in which he froze in the too-bright light of the doorway, betrayed him. It tightened the plump, readied finger upon the proverbial trigger of her ire; it held a trembling candle precariously close to the powder keg that was the Egyptian woman poised before him. He had wanted to know, he had wanted to see this- the secret she had fought so valiantly (and desperately) to keep concealed. Why the hell else would he have pursued her? Why would he have planted himself in the lobby like he fucking belonged there in order to wait for her? It was evident that, for all of his obviously expansive education, no one had ever purred that childish axiom into Spencer's ear. Curiosity killed the cat.... This time, she wondered, would satisfaction bring him back?

Askaree straightens somewhat as he approaches, Spencer succeeding in truly capturing her full attention for perhaps the first time that evening, the tenebrific darkness of her gaze remains unyielding as he comes to stand by her side. And then he speaks... and the conflagration of her ire combusts in a manner so brilliant that it threatens to devour the pair of them whole, her eyes momentarily flicking towards the hand that rests upon her shoulder. Given a vastly different collection of circumstances she might have indulged this innocent touch, or ribbed him for the delicateness of his caress. It is as if he seeks to comfort her as one would comfort a sobbing widow kneeling at the side of her husband's deathbed, the stench of death still clinging to her garments. But she is blind to the humor in this gesture, her mind seizing instead upon the absolutely worthless offer he extends to her. It is to his merit, surely, that he withdraws his hand from her then... for surely this would have otherwise lost him more than just a little shred of pride.

"You," she nearly spits, the generosity of her leather-clad torso camouflaging the fact that the taut collection of muscles that lay beneath practically trembles, so consuming is the festering venom of her fury. He touted himself as a master at crafting the poisons that had served to line his pockets so nicely for as long as she had known him, his client base having grown significantly for the talents he displayed with this Harry Potter home-ec shit. But now? This one moment, admittedly the only occasion upon which she had ever (truly) requested anything of any real significance from him... and he offers to do naught more than "ease his passing"?

Askaree moves with all of the calculated and fatal precision that was to be expected of the predator that she was, inside and out, both of her hands fisting into the starched fabric of his pressed shirt to draw him ever closer to her. When she speaks to her counterpart her words come as little more than a hiss and yet no less weighty are they. "You're sorry?! You're a fucking liar, Spencer. I know you can help him so do it or I swear to god I'll see to it that you beat him to the Styx." The luscious cushions of her lips purse in a nearly painful fashion upon each syllable in turn, every part of her echoing the validity of the threat she has placed upon the veritable table betwixt them. He was ignorant to all of the ways that she could hurt him, blind to how promptly she could bring about his end.

However, these considerations disintegrate, falling away into the ether that existed beyond this room with the breathless whisper of her name as it falls from the lips of the withered man at her back.