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

on and on, we carry through the fears

Posted on October 02, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE

The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.

Aiden could hardly deny that warm glimpse of bemusement upon his features as the crowd that had gathered seemed to shout in delight of the purring of the Bugatti's engine. How he adored the sound of the car, just as he too seemed to enjoy sharing that very love of vehicles he had with others. He knew, without a doubt, those videos would spread like wildfire on the internet. Just as he knew that by tomorrow, the car world would have a front headline of The rare Bugatti in every front page. After all, any news of La Voiture Noir was enough to be reported on. It was with this in mind that prompted the Were-King to step on the accelerator the moment the light overhead turned green. The vehicle was all too quick to respond, peeling out onto the main street as he hurried it up the frontage ramp and onto the highway itself. Here, he might finally get a chance to truly play with his new toy as they joined into the rather spotty traffic. The car was nothing but smooth as it ate up the road beneath them, the vehicle effortlessly hitting that speed limit while also clearly yearning for far, far more. Aiden was more than willing to push the very speeds he could safely reach when surrounded by the general public, the city lights quickly fading away as they sped into the night.

That very speed he was keen to test, however, was momentarily interrupted by Dorian's sudden declaration that he should drive if he wished to have even a sip of the whiskey in that wooden carved box. It was the fae's mention of the very value of that drink, however, that caused Aiden's gaze to shift away from the road ahead of them in blatant shock. How, and even why they had spent so much money on a bottle of liquor seemed to baffle him entirely. The Italian's shout to turn his attention back to the road, however, only prompted a soft huff from the Were-King's lips as he rolled his eyes. His gaze turned attentively back towards the asphalt in front of him, regardless of the grumbling on his lips. It was only once his attention had turned back towards the road that Dorian reiterated that very line from....well...some movie, though which he hadn't the slightest idea. How delighted he seemed to utter those words! And yet, it was with little more than a small snort of amusement before Aiden was willing to give in to his sibling's desires. His insistence to hold on was one the fae King clearly took seriously, though perhaps it was for the better as Aiden quickly cut the wheel to the left. The vehicle effortlessly followed his coaxing, changing lanes much to the ire of the man behind them before it sped up.

The Alpha was altogether willing to wave in and out of the traffic, his driving overly aggressive, much as he was, despite the annoyance it surely gained them from the other drivers. The very speeds they were going were surely enough to prompt a police chase, were they caught and yet, as they moved further and further out of town, there were fewer and fewer obstacles to stop them from testing the engine that rested beneath Aiden's hands. That insistence that he was good at this, however, was met with a soft thanks, one that he hardly felt inclined to expand upon. After all, the tale of how or why he had gotten so good at such cars was not one he wished to tell his brother, now when Dorian seemed so free of the darkness that had infected Aiden himself. Rather, the Alpha stepped further on the accelerator, letting the pair relish in that speed while they still could. Aiden was, admittedly, almost regrettable of the need to turn the vehicle back towards the heart of downtown, though Matteo would likely not forgive them if they spent the rest of the evening simply joyriding. It became apparent, as they slowly turned back onto the cafe's streets, that they had beaten Alexander and Matteo quite like he had expected them to.

Aiden pulled the sports car to the curb, his hand hesitantly reached for the keys to the car as he considered how safe it was to leave the Bugatti unguarded on the streets of Sacrosanct. Dorian was quick to voice those very concerns that plagued him, Aiden, in turn, admitted that he had considered the very same, Matteo, he was sure, was unlikely to let that car be stolen from him on his birthday. Surely the ancient fae would help him recover it in the dreadful event that something awful happened. Dorian's head nodded in agreement and silently the two men climbed out of the vehicle. His fingers brushed over the warm hood of the vehicle as he thanked his sibling for all the effort the fae, along with the rest of his family, had clearly put into this gift for him, a gift he was certain he had not deserved. That didn't change the fact that it was the nicest car he owned - hell, it was the nicest anything he had ever owned! That small hint of praise only seemed to bring that radiant grin back to Dorian's features as the fae leaned back against the vehicle. It was the insistence that they not tell the fae's husband of what they had just done that prompted an amused simper to his lips, his head bobbed in a silent agreement.

The silence between them hardly lasted long, however, as Dorian saw fit to address the title he had finally afforded Matteo, after all these years. They both knew well the meaning that singular word had for the fae, albeit Aiden himself all the more aware of just how long Matteo had played that role and how difficult the Were had made it each step of the way. Naturally, he had pretended not to notice the emotion that had torn through his father figure at the utterance of that singular word...but he had. It was the least he could do, particularly when Matteo had officially taken legal guardianship over him in spite of the family the fae had on his own. Aiden's gaze turned slowly down towards the ground as the Alpha commented upon the very worry he knew had beset his father of late, much less the rest of Aiden's pack as a whole. The King was not oblivious to how many had noticed the shift within himself of late, he had simply not cared if they had. It was some....obscene idea that had gripped him, to give up the fight, to distance himself from those who clearly cherished him. Although he still considered it, he equally knew that Matteo would hardly give up on him nearly as easily, not after all these years.

Dorian's soft utterance that Matteo thought them oblivious to those concerns prompted little more than a grunt from the Alpha. How well he understood the fae's complete and utter denial of those troubles. Aiden himself had used that very same facade more than once as he hid those emotions from his own vengeful mistress till the timing was right. It was a tactic he had learned from Cobain as much as he had Matteo himself. There was little either of them could do to change the fae's habits beyond, in time assuring the Frenchman that he was fine, the same way he did time and time again. Their father, he suspected, was not the only one put out by Aiden's recent efforts to avoid the world at large. Even Dorian had been...overly persistent of late. His sibling surely required his thanks and appreciation as much as any of them did. Softly, the Alpha muttered the fae's name, only to reach for his sibling the very moment that Dorian's gaze turned towards him. Gently, Aiden pulled his brother into his muscular arms, that embrace accompanied with his own word of appreciation. That surprise the gesture seemed to bring hardly lasted long before Dorian's own arms reached to hug him in return. Though the hug itself was altogether fleeting before Aiden stepped back and away from his sibling. He was almost thankful that Dorian hardly forced him to dwell upon that glimpse of affection, the fae instead turned his attention towards the darkened cafe before inquiring after their dinner plans and that pasta dish that Aiden loved above all else.

The fae's lamentation over his own favorite dish, however, caused the Were's head to tilt almost inquisitively to the side. Aiden had, admittedly, perhaps not put forth as much effort as he should have to learn his sibling's favorites - not like Dorian had tried to. Now, fortunately, seemed as good as a time as any as the Alpha questioned after that very dish that Matteo seemed to rarely cook (that such a thing existed alone was curious enough). That Italian upon the fae's lips saw his eyebrow rise and yet, he remained silent as Dorian translated the dish for him. It was, however, the ingredients that only furthered the dubious look upon his features and yet, how so very.....Dorian like that dish was. "Pine nuts....and cheese?" He inquired, his voice holding every inch of skepticism he surely felt. ".....why....." Aiden stopped himself from voicing that very query before his head shook in an almost dismissive manner. Why anyone would eat nuts and cheese was...frankly..baffling, particularly when there were far better things to put cheese with. Fortunately, he was saved from any further consideration on that baffling dish as the familiar sight of that ebony Bently moved up the street - finding a place amongst those parallel parked cars. He watched as the rest of their family tumbled out of the vehicle; whatever discussion the trio had been having had clearly left a mark upon them all, even as Matteo's attention fell upon him.

His father's question, however, near immediately prompted an almost boyish grin to his features as he glanced back at the notorious Bugatti. "Smooth." He answered in a singular word, that glimpse of adoration on his features surely far more telling than the man's rather concise choice of words. How he still desired to play with the vehicle - to drive it to the very limits of what it was capable of! Tomorrow, perhaps, he could drive it on the outskirts of town when daylight still blanketed the world and there was little fear he might be otherwise called away. The Were-King followed the rest of the family as Alexander unlocked the door of the cafe, leading the group into the darkness within. He was hardly surprised as Matteo suddenly disappeared from the depths of the cafe with some hastily spoken promise to return. Rather, Aiden was more than content to follow his grandfather up the staircase in the corner and into the luxurious flat above. The very flicker of those lights upon the space caused the Were-King to pause, that distinct difference in the flat so keenly observed by the man, though he said distinctly little of it. Rather, the Alpha followed his grandfather towards the dining room table. He all but fell into the chair at Alexander's side, Aiden hardly requiring much coaxing before he kicked off his own shoes in a distinctly lackadaisical manner. After all, if Alexander had done it, why shouldn't he?