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.

dig up her bones


Posted on January 13, 2015 by alekto lyon
North


She wasn't a traditional witch, versed in the arts of tarot and potion-making. Her's was the calling of death, the fleshless grins of her patients and the stories told in cracked and broken bone. When she had been younger, her parents had tried to find tutors able to handle her odd talents, to explore her powers beyond the grave. It had started when the family cat had left his below-ground residence and taken to curling on Alekto's bed, completely skeletonized and comfortable in death as he had been in life. Talents had run in the family, but skipped the previous generation, and never, her mother shaking her head for emphasis, had their been one so closely tied to death.

Vampires weren't her favorite creatures either, so she had discovered in a pique of teenage rebellion. She could barely sense them, much less influence the magic that held them together, though they had been delighted with her as a potential candidate for immortality. Despite the thrall of living forever, she had moved on, moved away to college and the dorms, keeping her talents under wraps as she studied to become a doctor. Try as she might, however, pushing herself to a hospitalized exhaustion, she was unable to heal with her magic. Each attempt had left her with roaring migraines and blow-back that had lasted for days, even for the smallest of wounds.Short of her degree, she had finally given into the demands of her magic and changed her focus to becoming a medical examiner. No sense keeping track of the living if she could use her magic to solve crimes. Something about being publicly-minded, an insistence to do her duty, emphasized by parents who never claimed they feared her, but always spoke softly in her presence, as if their anger would cause her to summon the dead.

The bartender wasn't the same one she'd noticed when she entered, this was someone younger and altogether familiar in the way his magic brushed against hers. Frowning even as he tried to quip, eyes narrowed as she reached for the glass and stirred it slowly with a straw, expression setting back into the hard lines she wore in the desert. "Why don't you just pour the drink as ordered and move onto the next one? I'll flag you down again if I need you." Flat and cold, even as the ice clinked gently against the confines of the glass, taking a slow sip. At least the whiskey could be tasted through the citrus sour, the flavors anchoring her firmly in the present and as the other bartender came back and spotted the man, she allowed herself a cruel smile.

"Manners dictate I should say 'thank you,' but you've interrupted my intentions for an after-work buzz." She watched him leave, flagging down the newcomer and paying for the drink anyway, red hair finally starting to work it's way free from the clip that held it off her neck. Were she a believer in humor and irony, her scrub top would have been decorated with skulls and bones (she knew they made such designs, her mother had tried to buy her one once in a failed attempt at bonding), but as it was, the blue set off the red in her hair and only accented the black of her pants.

The man had been right in one respect, however. Her mood was such that straight whisky would have been more appropriate, but civilians tended to frown when they saw a single woman drinking the amber liquid alone. She could have called Ophelia, the woman her landlord as well as friend, but beyond the casual texts they'd exchanged about that night's dinner, she didn't know when the other doctor would complete her own shift. A rudimentary understanding of the city's twisted streets and burroughs guided her to and from the morgue, the flow of bodies fresh and old lingering on gurneys and behind steel doors. Murder and old age, unfortunate accidents and simple suicides. She could change policy and the world, wills and lives alike, were she dedicated enough to be more than a vessel of information.

"Next time, light on the sour." Calling after his retreating back, restraining the sneer from her voice, but not from her expression, wondering if he'd be back to harass her again.


alekto lyon

so dig up her bones,
but leave the soul alone

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