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.
they argued my right to ascension
Posted on June 08, 2014 by Alekai
 Perhaps he had misjudged the woman, if only slightly- her spitfire temperament far hotter then he had given her credit for, the girl seemingly determined to try and start some form of argument with the less-then-impressed male as he reclined within the window, enjoying the view from his veritable perch as he did. Women, he finds, are often easy to repeal with a harsh word of cold exterior and yet this one seems to revel in it, her determination admirable perhaps, if not slightly agitating in much the same manner. He has no desire to converse with her, let alone alleviate her boredom with useless banter, eighty years of life having provided him with rather the talent for ignoring overly conversational women and yet this one, once more seems determined not to be ignored. It is a shame perhaps, that she is not a witch or a vampire, stabbing her would have been almost entirely assured to silence her and yet he supposes, by way of moral right, stabbing a home would make his own existence a rather moot point. As it is he merely allows a sigh to be drawn from his lips, turning at last to face her, offering his gaze as those golden amber eyes rest against the strange violet hue of her own, fingers taping against the polished wood of the window frame as one eye lifts in expectation of whatever she might decide to throw at him next, evidently not appreciating his slight attempt at some form of manners beneath his frost façade. Old habits die hard it would seem, in his time.....men were....more formal he supposes, some part of that in-born manner resting somewhere within him, forcing out the single utterance of 'sorry' he had managed to find despite himself. He moves to shift, swinging easily down with reluctance from his perch to land before her, pushing back the hood of his jacket to fully display that wealth of white gold hair as he moves to fold one long, black clad leg over the other, arms folding across his toned form in much the same way as he regards her once more, still waiting to hear whatever it is she so feels the need to chat about. "Well?" He prompts, deep vocals a stark contrast to the feminine tone of her own, waiting to be told some no doubt ridiculous story about the time she saw a UFO and would he mind terribly coming out to her apartment courtyard and taking a look, maybe her attic is haunted, hell, maybe she got bitten by a fucking poodle and lives in fear she is turning into a Were- there is little he hasn't heard before and as such he is content for her to simply just get it over with. The demand she finally seems content to offer however, is...unusual in itself, most people hardly caring to ask about the nature of vampires, most content to get rid of them. For a moment his eyes simply narrow in suspicion, reassessing the slender woman if only momentarily, words spoken carefully now. "I know this bar is owned by one, just as I know rather a lot of other things, you'll have to be more.......specific." Azrael, after all, has no intention of helping the woman become one any more then he does of providing her with enough ammunition to believe she can go and hunt one herself. Humans, he thinks, should merely focus on surviving and leave the rest of the supernatural world to those with some chance of surviving within it. Their conversation is briefly interrupted by Jerry, asking after the woman's needs for a drink, Azrael finding one eye lift slightly once more as she sought fit to demand the best thing Jerry made, of which Az doubted very much was anything more then a half-decent beer as he moved to seat himself, the girl sliding into the vacant chair beside him, features knotted slightly in disdain at such a thing before he seems content to let it go. He is, he supposes, mildly more intrigued in the girl, fingers taping now against the table top, an impatient gesture he had always maintained before the woman opposite him seems to find her words once more, golden eyes narrowing again. "I would say I'm listening." Once more the words are careful, guarded, eyes briefly running across her form once more before settling upon her face. "You tell me what you want and I'll give you a quote for my, let's call it....help. Go one then. You were right, by the way, I rarely am sorry, so let's not ruin my unapologetic streak, don't make me sorry for listening to you now." In other words, this better not be a waste of his time, one hand gesturing for her to continue, those golden eyes against her own, finally offering her his full attention. |