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.

I sold my soul to a three-piece


Posted on November 30, 2015 by Spencer Lombardo
North


Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it



Well, Davante, keep up the good behavior (ha) and maybe Santa will get you a cat. Land on the naughty list, maybe the guy will help you find a different cat. As for lacking the traits to make him a good manager, well, that had yet to really be tested. Sure, he was probably going to be a difficult manager, but Spencer was holding out that he would be fairly successful. He had to for the sake of his company. Though, if he did turn out to be a complete fuck up, Spencer would be willing to take one for the team and offer an... alternative supply line. Not that he had anything against Dorian, it was just until personal feelings could pay the bills, business is business.

Spencer shrugged in response to Dav, his attention more focused on the person that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Ha ha, Dorian. You got the jump on him this time, son of a bitch. Spencer shifted, folding left leg over the right, though his hips shifted his legs further away from his new reptile "friend." A subtle movement hidden by the table, minus the shifting of his body as he settled into his seat, shoulders rolling forward to pull some slack in his shirt. See her again? Well, damn. It looks like she might be the newest addition to this business-venture. Judging from her sass toward Davante, it appeared she would be as... prickly as him. Oh goody. Then again, he wasn't exactly a warm ball of sunshine.

Spencer returned Davante's mischievous sneer with an unamused stare, jaw clenching briefly, before his attention was pulled toward their reptilian companion. Pleasure to meet him? Forgive him if he doesn't take that as reassuring. Besides, the emphasis on her words accompanied with that look, he felt more like he was a piece of meat... in the non-eating fashion. Well, maybe eating in one- Yeah, that thought was almost more disturbing than the other one. He offered an empty smile toward Askaree as she nudged the second glass toward him. He moved the glass next to the one he was drinking, though truthfully he probably would not drink it. Despite his discomfort, Spencer didn't care for the effects of alcohol. For a man so readily willing to involve himself in the criminal market, he tended to be rather... puritan. He didn't like to be drunk, he strongly disliked being high, and he abhorred being shot or stabbed. Poisoning was annoying and inconvenient but otherwise fine. It wasn't like it could actually hurt him.

Hey, Dorian is running is his mouth again. Thank God. For once. Despite himself, an amused half-smile crept across his face as she spoke, amused by her comment on the clientele that came into the shop. It was true, most of them were half-wits that he wondered how they weren't in prison or dead yet. Especially the dead part considering how fucking annoying the pissants could be and that Dorian had originally been the point of contact. "For curiosity's sake, what is your..." Spencer trailed off momentarily, mulling over the correct word/phrase as he rolled the vodka around the glass, "...area of expertise? Since we'll be working together in some form or fashion." Yes, please, let's catch Spencer up to speed.



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