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.

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

and though your broken and defeated

Posted on September 25, 2019 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

Dorian was, perhaps, wholly inclined to admit that his knowledge of the road and its rules was limited. The Monarch held a rather basic understanding of those concepts. After all, he had gained what knowledge he could from being driven around the city and any other place he might choose to visit and yet beyond the meaning of the coloured lights, which side of the road to drive on and his knowledge of several signs- the Fae King knew distinctly little of those more intricate rules the world seemed to adhere too. Yet, even despite his own lack of knowledge it had become abundantly clear to him that one car should never touch another car- let alone crash into it. Aiden's insistence that the people of France seemed to subscribe to the idea that you could merely push a car out of the way with your own readily prompted both eyes to lift in surprise before his features fell into a frown of clear contemplation on both the legality and the safety of such a thing. How very ...Matteo-like it sounded. For all their Father's ability and intelligence and ingenuity he had seen Matteo, more often than once, select the simplest, crudest method of getting what he wanted. Even if such a thing involved pushing another car out of the way. Sometimes, he was assured, he worried for the very genetics he had inherited!

Such thoughts were, mercifully, cast aside as they cruised further into those Western streets. That glorious car seeming to attract no small amount of people toward the road. Dorian inclined to find himself distinctly ...proud over so being within that car. It was somehow more pleasing to have those people look upon that car with such want then to have them look upon himself as was so often the case. Dorian, for once, enjoying the very anonymity that came with those dark tinted windows. How pleasing it was to sit beside his very own brother and have no single being truly recognise them as they explored that glorious new car. How he had nearly forgotten how glorious it was to be within a public space and, hidden from the public's eyes and knowledge, to merely enjoy that moment without some other being so writing about his clothing or his hair or his facial expressions to splash upon the cover of some ridiculous magazine with whatever new, made-up lie they had crafted to sell it. Aiden's efforts to rev that engine seemed to thrill that gathered crowd, several of them prone to applaud or shout further encouragement as they attempted to film the car in turn. Dorian allowed that soft chuckle of amusement to rise within his throat before his sibling effortlessly piloted that car out and onto the freeway.

This, he knew, was the very moment Aiden had been waiting for. How quickly that car gathered speed! It was near breathtaking! The vehicle remaining perfectly smooth as it seemed to eat at the road beneath it and those city lights began to fly past them faster and faster. Dorian could hardly help that bright grin such a journey seemed to prompt from him. His delight abundantly clear- at least until that realisation of just whom they had left Aiden's birthday whiskey with seemed to settle within his mind. The Monarch quick to attempt to prompt Aiden to further speed to rescued that unfortunate bottle. His declaration, however, of the expense of that drink seemed to prompt Aiden's gaze away from the road in shock. Dorian hurriedly attempted to return his siblings eyes to front with his very shout. Only for Aiden to insist the road was straight and by that notion, hardly going anywhere as his eyes rolled.

"I still think it would be quite a bit better if your eyes remained on it."

That touch of amusement seemed to find his voice all the same. Such confidence Aiden had! Before Dorian insisted the man 'drive' if only to rescue that whiskey. How very silly it was to take on the infamous line from several movies and yet- how very much it delighted him all the same. Aiden, it seemed, was more than willing to humour him. His sibling suggesting he hold on as Dorian moved to grasp the door handle lest he find himself flung backwards as he had in Italy. The Monarch, it seemed, having learned to anticipate the speed of those supercars. Aiden swerved that wheel suddenly then, much to the annoyance of another driver, only to fly past several more cars before weaving again. It was, surely, impolite to drive in such a fashion and yet even Dorian was hardly immune to the thrill of speed and the way in which the lights around them became all but a blur as they raced along the road. The Monarch, in that moment, insisting that Aiden was terribly good at this. His brother offered him that soft thanks before that speed seemed to increase again. Both men sharing in that delight before Aiden, near reluctantly, was forced to turn the car around and head for the dark, quiet streets that house Alexander's cafe.

They had, as Aiden suggested, beaten their Grandfather, Father and Sebastian to that cafe even despite the detour they had made. His sibling smoothly pulled that car up to park before shutting down the engine. Dorian momentarily worrying at leaving such a car on the streets. Surely no one would attempt to steal it, would they? Aiden, it seemed, had considered such a thing in turn. The Alpha suggesting that it would likely be safe and even if it was not, that Matteo could surely find it again. Dorian's own head nodded in agreement as the pair began to climb out of the car. The Fae took that opportunity then to insist he was pleased Aiden had liked that gift so much. It had, after all, been no small feat to acquire and yet to see his sibling so very delighted surely made it all worthwhile. Aiden's own voice broke the stillness of the night air as he wandered around the car in turn, his fingers brushing over that sleek black paint as he commented that such a gift was one of the nicest he'd ever had. Such veritable praise, small though it was, prompting a bright grin from Dorian in turn. The Fae King lent smoothly back agianst the car then, Dorian careful not to allow any damage to come to the paintwork as he did, before suggesting that it was perhaps best they did not informSebastian of the speeds they had travelled at to arrive here tonight. His very words seeming to coax that amused simper to Aiden's features. Both men, it seemed, well content to keep that secret between them alone.

That small silence between them however so hardly last long as Dorian turned to his sibling once more. The Monarch offering his thanks for that very title of sorts, that Aiden had finally offered their Father tonight. He knew, even though Matteo had said little upon it, that such a thing would mean the world to the Frenchman. That very look upon his face alone had given away that depth of emotion. Dorian so hardly chose to voice his own concern for how...worried Matteo had been of late, especially when it came to Aiden and yet, it seemed, his sibling so already knew. Aiden's head turned then to glance down that empty sidewalk. The Were muttering that soft sentiment that Matteo worried too much. Those very words coaxed a soft sigh from Dorian himself, his own gaze shifting to look down that street in turn. His words distinctly soft.

"He thinks neither of us notice."

His head shook softly in that contemplation. How very good Matteo was at pretending that nothing in the world worried him, that he was hardly bothered, that, somehow, everything would work out and yet how readily Dorian knew, as it seemed Aiden did too, that such worries still existed. That Matteo was not so flawless as he believed in hiding them. The Frenchman, of late, having been near beside himself with fretting over Aiden and yet, once more, Dorian so hardly chose to sully that very moment by insisting his sibling was the cause of a great deal of those worries of late. Aiden, he suspected, knew such a thing already. Perhaps, one day, his brother might share with him whatever it was that seemed to prompt their Father to worry as he did and yet Dorian was so hardly the sort of being inclined to press.

That sudden utterance of his name drew his own silver gaze upward in curiosity. Dorian so hardly anticipating the fashion in which Aiden reached for him then only to draw him into a hug. Such a show of affection from Aiden was near unheard off! Dorian so momentarily taken aback in utter shock. In all his life, for as long as he had lived, he could not recall any of his half siblings so ever ...embracing him as Aiden did now. That shock was fortunately momentary, Dorian near instinctively allowing his arms to lift to return that very gesture and embrace his sibling. Aiden thanking him for that car and too- for watching over Father. Such a role one Dorian was assured he had consistently failed at. Matteo, after all, was the most difficult being in the world to 'watch' and yet he so desperately appreciated that sentiment all the same.

"Your welcome, Aiden."

He offered warmly. Dorian releasing Aiden then as both men stepped back. A simper so having found Dorian's features again in response to that fleeting moment of affection that meant so terribly much to him in turn. His attention shifted to the cafe then. The Monarch wondering aloud whether or not Matteo had made that cheese pasta Aiden seemed to adore before kamenting that Matteo so rarely cooked his own favourites if only because the Frenchman seemed to hate them himself. Aiden's sudden query on just what his favourite was saw the Fae King's gaze return to his siblings own.

"Fritelle da Imperadore Magnifici. In English it is, ah, how you say.....Emperors Magnificent Fritters. It is pine-nut fritters with cheese. Matteo, however, hates pine-nuts. He says it is akin to eating bark. I really quite like the flavour though."

Any further thought upon that dish was interrupted by the arrival of that Bentley and the rest of their family. Dorian moved to follow Aiden toward the car then. Matteo and Alexander seeming to be having a decidedly lively discussion and yet it was toward Sebastian that the Monarch's gaze so hurriedly travelled. His husband appeared a little...concerned perhaps and yet not terribly distressed as Dorian had feared. Matteo was quick to ask Aiden how that car had driven as Dorian moved to Sebastian's side and Alexander led the way toward the cafe. Alexander had no sooner unlocked that door then Matteo saw fit to disappear in an effort to retrieve dinner. Dorian, momentarily, lingering upon the street beside his husband.

"Did the drive go well?"

Such words were uttered quietly to Sebastian alone. Sebastian was nothing short of exceptional when it came to navigating those social situations and yet he still...worried for his husband After all, Matteo seemed to distress him so terribly! Dorian so cast another glance sideways to assure Aiden and Alexander were outside that hearing range before speaking once more.

"Aiden and I had a glorious drive and Bastian, you shan't believe it, but he hugged me."

His sheer delight at such affection was nothing short of apparent. Dorian utterly unable to remove that grin from his features as he so reported that glorious moment to his husband before the pair moved to make their way into that cafe. Alexander was quick to close and lock that door behind them before leading the way up the stairs and away from the main cafe. The Hunter instead leading them into that loft before flicking the lights on overhead and collapsing into his chair at the end of the table, flicking his shoes off as he did. Dorian so momentarily left blinking in bafflement.

"I don't at all remember it being this large up here, Alex. Did you renovate?"

The Monarch moved toward that table then before taking his own seat. The room decidedly warm and comfortable. Dorian, as always, content to eye the artefacts that adorned the space with a clear curiosity before his gaze shifted to Alexander's shoes tossed on the far side of the room. Dorian momentarily staring in a near baffled fashion toward them. Perhaps this was a Macedonian custom.

"Are we all supposed to take off our shoes?"

Dorian Aragona