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.

Pay no mind to the rabble


Posted on September 16, 2015 by Davante Dorian
North
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

I think I would have made a better feline than any other creature. Their lonesome intent and relatively hostile exterior suited me far better than what was socially and commonly acceptable as a human being. Granted, human wasn't necessarily the most accurate adjective to describe the kind of being that I happen to be â€" supernatural, maybe. Magical, sure. I would accept either one of those adjectives attempting to describe who and what I am. Just think about witches and warlocks and how throughout history, they're portrayed regularly with felines at their sides. Aloof and often smug, irritable and generally callous I embodied particularly feline traits that didn't make me a good team member or manager of a slew of employees. Unfortunately, I found myself holding both of those roles; unable to continue in Arsenaal all by myself, employees were necessary.

There had been a rather large array of applicants desiring to work at the weaponry. From Hunters to Fae, Weres to Vampires... I'd seen all of the applications. There were only one or two that genuinely caught my eye... one or two out of hundreds. Some of the employees were hired under the guise of 'customer service', only to be exiled after a day or two of work. How did they expect me to listen to their chirpy words and pleasantries? I was head of a weaponry, not a nursery. Annoyed and entirely sick of the endeavor, I'd been ... okay, thrilled isn't the right word. But I'd been pleasantly surprised when a young Egyptian woman had slunk into Arsenaal and professed an affinity for the wears of the shop. It had become easier, deciding who or what might work well in the shop, and on the spot I'd decided that she was fitting. With acidic words and a hostile glint in her eyes, offering her a job was all I could do to keep my hopes from rising that someone might share my discontent with the customers of the shop and complain as loudly and thoroughly as I would about them.

"Vexing? Be honest. Downright terrible is a better description."

Spencer's words pulled me from my musing, reminding me that I owed him at least the briefest graces of my attention. It would seem, though, that his attention had been gently tugged elsewhere by the very piece of eye-candy I'd been musing over. With great amusement, it dawned on me that he had yet to realize the woman in question was our guest of honor and a soft chuckle left my lips. I guess chuckle isn't the right word, considering it might mean that I had any positive intention â€" and let me assure you, I didn't â€" before my arms crossed over my chest and my brow rose briefly as if to invite Askaree to make her presence known to us.

"Mm... Amphibian, reptile... Either or. You all and your scales are all the same," I mused, a façade of light hearted humor slithering (ha) through my words. Askaree commanded attention in a way I was used to, allowing me to relax in her presence which I greatly appreciated. Spencer, on the other hand, looked far more uncomfortable and that only encouraged my smile to morph into something far more mischievous and Cheshire of a grin.

"I'm sure you do," I offered to Spencer, my eyes glinting wickedly. "Askaree, it's a pleasure to see you again. Tell me, before we get mixed up in anything else... what did you think of my offer?"


D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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