The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

we'll carry on and in my heart, I can't contain it

Posted on September 13, 2019 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

The baritone rumble to his grandson's voice trailed off into oblivion, that disbelief so utterly potent that words seemed to fail the Were-King entirely. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as Alexander leaned against the now open door. He had every faith that a gift as opulent as this would reach the boy, even in the depths of the despair that had such a tight grasp upon the man. How close Aiden thought he'd come to losing everything and yet - he had no idea what came on the other side of that very fear, not like Alexander did. Still, for now, he saw no need to impart such a lesson upon his youngest grandson. It would, after all, hardly benefit the boy in any manner, not this time. The blue-green of his irises fluttered towards Matteo as the Frenchman finally stepped forward to assist his struggling son. An eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he watched the fae place his hand upon Aiden's shoulder in the same manner that Alex himself had done but moments ago. Those parenting habits, it seemed had been passed on to the Frenchman even despite the fae's insistence otherwise. The Dark Hunter remained silent as Matteo, once again, gently uttered the part they had each played in procuring that ebony vehicle and assuring it's arrival for today. How much more...attentive Aiden seemed to the very lengths they had gone, now that he knew exactly what all that work had been for.

The Frenchman's sudden efforts to alleviate those overwhelming emotions within his son, however, rewarded him with a small snort and a glimpse of a chuckle. How meaningful, Alexander knew, that simple sound was to his own son. Matteo had been awash with worry for weeks now, dwelling over Aiden's dwindling interest in life and souring mood nearly every moment of the day. He knew well that look when the fae tried to hide his concern beneath that cheery guise. Where all Alexander's words had failed - this alone was the reassurance Matteo had needed that there was still some hope to be found in stitching the Were back together. Gingerly, Matteo reached out to take the bottle and card from his son, the fae herding the Hispanic man quite like those sheep he had once been tasked with watching. The very imagery of it was enough to prompt a soft chuckle on Alexander's lips, even if he failed to voice the very comparison he observed. He watched as Aiden made his way towards the driver's side door only with Matteo's gentle reminder that he should surely sit within the vehicle. Alexander was hardly surprised at those age-old words that had surely passed through the fae's lips countless times before. Frankly, the Macedonian had come to think his youngest grandson found it utterly impossible to obey any rules of the road, particularly those associated with speed.

It was the uttering of a single word, however, that near immediately grasped the attention of both the Frenchman and himself. Dad? How...lackadasically Aiden uttered that syllable - as if it hardly meant anything at all to him. How long, he knew, Matteo had wanted that very title! For too long the fae played it off as if he had merely accepted being nothing more than Matteo to the Were. How many times had Matteo admitted some level of grief at Aiden's blatant refusal to grant him that word? How many times had the Were simply throw such a title within the fae's face? This time...this time, however, it was muttered so naturally, with ready laughter, that there was no denying that this time, it was real. He watched as, for several breathless moments, Matteo seemed moved to a silent stillness, the fae clearly working through the very plethora of feelings that afflicted him at that simple moniker. He was hardly surprised as the fae glanced over his shoulder; the bright teal hue of his own irises met that pale silver of Matteo's own. Alexander's eyebrow rose, that glance alone surely conveying that assurance Matteo sought that he had, indeed, heard his son correctly. The Hunter watched as Matteo's attention turned back towards that ebony car, the Macedonian well aware of those feelings that afflicted the fae; much less that Aiden had, in turn, managed to overwhelm Mattoe much as Matteo had strived to thrust those very emotions of affection, adoration, and unadulterated love upon the boy. How the tables had turned.

It was only once the Frenchman returned to his side that Alexander inquired whether or not the fae truly believed the Were-King was going to mind the speed limit, his own disbelief surely registering in the depths of his Greek accent. That tease, however, resulted in little more than a huff from the Monarch as he instead suggested they handle those affairs of vehicle ownership in the Sanctum, once Aiden had a chance to break in his new toy. It was, however, his suggestion that Sebastian should join them on the trip back to the cafe that caused Dorian to near immediately pause in mid-step. That inquiry to keep an eye upon Matteo, however, caused Alexander's head to tilt to the side ever so slightly. Briefly, he couldn't help but to wonder if Dorian had realized just where the fae had gotten a great deal of those tendencies from. Unfortunately, such a statement was hardly given the chance to be voiced before Matteo insisted he was wounded only to usher the younger fae back towards the vehicle.

Dorian, for all his concern, hardly seemed worried enough not to take that excuse to depart, the fae quickly settling into the vehicle beside his sibling. He listened as the vampire insisted that he would be delighted to join them, that politeness within the Englishman still entirely steadfast despite the year now the vampire had spent apart of their family. Alexander hardly missed that hint of disbelief upon Matteo's features and yet, like his own son, he chose to say little of it. It was only Matteo's rather limited efforts to reassure the vampire that prompted any words from Alexander. "Aiden may be reckless but he loves his cars too much to see any harm come to them." His words, however, were drowned out by the sudden roar of that ebony car, the very power of that engine was near audible within that singular sound. How utterly delighted both of his grandsons looked, tucked within the depths of that darkened glass. Smoothly, the car moved forward, the Were all but careful to ensure it's departure from the warehouse went without incident. He could hear the rumble of the car as the duo hit the open straightaways of the dock outside - the very sound so utterly distinct as Aiden and Dorian left the trio of men behind them.

The tone of that French accent he knew so well prompted a roll to the Dark Hunter's blue-green irises as Alexander fished his own vehicle's keys from his pockets. "Absolutely not." The Hunter responded without missing a beat. It was hardly the car he was worried of, after all, Matteo was more than capable of restoring any dent made to the luxury sedan. Rather, it was their lives that prompted the Hunter to hardly hesitate within his refusal. His sea-colored irises briefly shifted towards the man beside him as Matteo spun upon his heels, effortlessly walking backward in the boyish manner he had countless of times before, despite Alexander's frequent efforts to tell him not to - efforts which had long ago extended to continual attempts to trip the fae. It was the mention of Sebastian however, that drew Alexander from his own thoughts as his gaze shifted over his shoulder. "Oh, does he?" The Monarch inquired with a raised brow as they approached the Bently, the Hunter hardly seeing any reason as to why he should help the vampire from that distinctly difficult place Matteo was clearly attempting to put him within.