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.

setting fire to the sky [Amelia]


Posted on December 04, 2016 by Cecily Grace
North
put on your war paint

cross walks & crossed hearts

Her breath smells of whiskey and cigarettes for the third night in a row, her eyes a mirrored glaze of blurred vision and woe. She presses the butt of another cigarette to her mouth, inhaling a deep drag, the smoke burning her lungs before curling in slow tendrils from her nostrils. She'd only had three drinks but it was enough to get her drunk, enough to take the edge off and allow her some peace from the spirits that tormented her more often than not, those lingering souls that couldn't quite pass on to the realm beyond this one.

Some of them were older, having spent years in this strange sort of limbo, repeating their last moments on earth in an endless loop. Others were fresher, more tangible but equally as desperate in their quest for peace.

Too often, they came to her with high hopes, begging her to save them from this endless cycle, to lead them like Charon across the river Styx. Too often, she could do nothing but cover her ears and shut her eyes, not knowing the words to tell them or how to help them at all.

The dead had been of use to her, though she had only on rare occasions been able to return the favor and the reality of that gutted her in so many ways. Always a taker, doomed to listen to the desperate cries of the dead but never know the proper way to help them on their quest for rest. It is this that makes their voices that much harder to bear, though she'd always been frightened of them to some extent.

She had first seen the dead when she was three years old. The memory is as vivid today as the reality had been then, the man with the holes in his chest, his belly, even his leg. Stab wounds, a macabre sight for such a young girl, and the tears on his cheek only accentuated his misery. Help me, he had cried to her and she had run, fled to her mother with hot tears streaming down her cheeks and from then on, the nightmares had come.

Back then, her mother always held her through the fear and the tears. Now, she drank her terror and her pain until there was nothing left to feel but numb.

Across the street, a woman with a broken neck stared at her in mournful silence.

Cecily took another drag from her cigarette and cocked her head, watching the woman that no one else could see.

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