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.

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on January 04, 2015 by R. METCALF
North

Rare indeed are the occasions upon which she might find herself beyond the formal decorum and antiqued stones walls of The Witchery, the already impressive business having blossomed as of late in such a way that Rowena oft found herself without time for the particular manner of frivolity within which she was currently engaging. Tonight, however, the scrupulous blonde has deemed it fitting to depart from the duties that otherwise beckoned to her in favor of a far more titillating curled finger. So atrociously disappointing did the local fare so often tend to be that few were the locations she would dare present her patronage, and none did she prefer with quite so much persistence as her own bar and lounge. However, lounging within the confines of her own establishment so regularly proved difficult an act to perpetrate given her notoriety amongst the populace. Here she was somewhat lesser known, though even then more than a few pairs of eyes skate curiously over her frame in a manner that could betray naught else but recognition.

But just as their eyes probed her did her own sage pair glide unfalteringly over each and every one of them. At the very end of the day Rowena was, as she had always been, an observer, a silent and shrewd critic of the mindless masses. The calculating heft of her gaze falls upon one individual in particular, an admittedly handsome man perched against a corner of the polished slab of the bar, his own pale gaze perusing her unabashedly... clearly and wantonly appreciating the black dress that clung to every sensuous curve of her body. He eyed her as some falsely-confident predator might observe his intended prey, adulterous warmth seeming to emanate from him in a manner that was, to her, absolutely and unequivocally comical. The barest whisper of a simper tugs in false coyness at the brims of her cherry lips as he winks in her direction, the gesture itself seeing Rowena lose interest at a markedly rapid pace as she merely turns from him in order to nurse the martini before her. The domineering blonde has little interest in effortless conquests this night, which this particular gentleman would certainly reveal himself to be.

Considerations of what action, if any, she might indulge him with solely for her own amusement and to whittle away a few frivolous hours evaporate as an offhandedly familiar voice pierces the smog of her mental fiddling. This gentleman she has encountered before, though her precise opinions of him do not for a moment sully the sharp and alluring splendor of her features as her eyes pass over him in slow scrutiny. "I take it that patience is not your virtue? Or are you just so eager to get back to your... associates, Mr. Dorian?" Her syllables are a comely purr, salacious in every good-natured bead that rolls from them. They, both of them, knew better than to trust this farce, and yet a dark grin pulls at her lips nonetheless...

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