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.

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on October 14, 2015 by DAREIOS
North



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



The skyline still cast shadows in the streets, the long, creeping shade all but covering Dareios from the remaining warmth of the light of day. Beneath the shadow of The Witchery he stood, oblivious to remaining moments of daytime, as all his energy, his thoughts, and his sights were completely focused on her. He hasn't seen Aisling since -- Jesus, the start of the first World War. It was a tumultuous time, of course, but their split was intentional. He was a vampire living among humans at a time where his kind were nothing more than childish folk lore. The supernatural community back then barely existed in developed countries, where mass hysteria over something so foreign could evoke irreputable consequences. Dareios had loved her. Whatever void was left behind in his chilling, undead carcass longed for her, even now, a century later. She was dead, he knew, her remains having returned to the earth from which she came long ago. For some time he cursed himself for not turning her. But he also knew she was never meant to carry this burden. She wasn't meant for this life. Aisling had been better. Pure.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that what he was foolishly hoping for was merely a ruse, his mind playing tricks on him as it often did. Dareios is immediately embarrassed, flushed one would say, if his blood didn't run so cold. His gaze falls to the ground and his hands instinctively begin to pull at the ends of his blazer, smoothing the clearly already pressed material. When she speaks his gaze returns to her, though hesitantly. He doesn't immediately want to look at her. Remembering Aisling isn't something he partakes in willingly. But that is not this stranger's fault. That she, in her chosen dress with influences from his past, her flowing dark locks and wide, midnight eyes, brings back memories of her.

"No, forgive me. I mistook you as someone else. I'm sorry." He says through a thick Irish accent, his eyes squinting and a painfully polite smile spreading across his face. "I hope I didn't startle you." He watches her as she takes in the building, her stare bright and curious. He takes a step closer to her when she speaks again, only now moving out of the path in front of the hotel's grand entrance way, and allowing others to access it freely. "It's an Inn, among other things. I enjoy the cafe." He says plainly, realizing she must be a visitor. The Witchery was a historic landmark here. "You must not be from Sacrosanct."

More forms, human and the subtle supernatural, pass through the hotel's doors as the stars begin to twinkle overhead. People pass by them casually on the sidewalk. It's as if this strange city has come alive with the darkness the evening hour brings. Strangers' stares never linger, but they pass over their faces as they hurry by. "I'm staying here, just for the night. I actually live in town. But it is a very special place."


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl


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