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

we want it all, we wanna play this part

Posted on October 18, 2019 by MATTEO

How utterly curious it was, that after so many years, Alexander might choose here and now to make mention of the very notion that he had, at one point in time, met with Jesus Christ himself. It was hardly impossible, given his Father's age, and more so, Alexander was hardly the sort of being inclined to lieover something which held such terrible great importance to Matteo himself. Alexander so hardly believed in Christ, or Catholicism as a whole, and yet the Hunter had always respected his own belief in as much the same fashion as Matteo had, on countless occasions, observed those Greek gods and the festivals associated with them as his Father's side. Yet, for all those years, those centuries in which Matteo had been an observing Catholic (to varying degrees), Alexander had never once mentioned any sort of meeting with that saviour, nor made any such mention that he was in any fashion unimpressive. That doubt that lingered upon Matteo's features so hardly lasted long even despite the Fae's efforts to dismiss such things. He knew Alexander far too well to believe the man jested over something such as this. That query of why Alexander had waited so long to tell him gnawed readily at his mind, along with a clear curiosity for Jesus himself. Matteo, despite himself, unable to prevent that curiosity from ensnaring him with force. The Frenchman, in that moment, oblivious to how very alike his own son he had become in the wake of that sheer desire to know what might have otherwise been kept from him. His affinity for future, after all, so assured very little, if anything, ever truly escaped his knowledge. Such things a true rarity.

The near dismissive shrug he was afforded only furthered that near critical look upon his own features. Sebastian, for his part, remained equally as silent before Alexander saw fit to answers those questions- at least to some extent. In fact, Alexander's veritable half answers was near akin to Matteo's own favoured game of so providing those around him with very little answer at all! The fiend! How very...irritating. Yet, he could hardly deny his own curiosity had only been further piqued. Matteo distinctly unlikely to forget this manner nor allow this to be the last of the conversation. Alexander could hardly escape him, after all. The Frenchman wholly inclined to be...irritatingly persuasive if the moment should call for it. Matteo, for now at least, willing to let that manner pass if only for their current company and Sebastian's clear bafflement in his own species.

"Do you mean to imply, Pere, that Jesus was, how you say, mentally unstable? Ah, we are not done with this conversation, Alexander."

A singular, pointed glance was offered in his companions direction once more. Matteo assured to bring that topic up again when they were alone before his attention returned more fully to his own son-in-law and that veritable announcement of Sebastian species and lineage- one the vampire seemed largely ignorant off and decidedly baffled to learn. It was, perhaps, hardly surprising that his son-in-law knew so little of his origins. Suh things were difficult to trace and- more so- Sebastian's own maker was notoriously ...poor when it came to educating her own creation. That very connection of Sebastian to that incubus species, however, so readily explained so many of the vampires ...tendencies and too- his affinities. Ah, but he should surely have seen it sooner! His very efforts to regale that car with the tale of his and Alexanders own first meeting with Ardat so seemed to prompt Alexander's grip upon the wheel to tighten. So many years later and still the Hunter felt that irritation! There were precious few, Matteo had come to discover, whom so held a grudge quite akin to Alexander. His Father perhaps one of the least ...forgiving beings to have ever lived. The Frenchman, this time in the very least, inclined to agree that such a grudge was well held. Ardat, for all her beauty, had been a decidedly ...unpleasant creature. The Succubus, in turn, surely coaxing those memories to the surface that Alexander surely desired to forget in a way he simply could not.

Sebastian, it seemed, was equally as ignorant as to which of those demonic creatures, either Ardat or Irdu, he had descended from. Irdu's decided bisexuality in comparison to his mates distinct preference for men alone perhaps indicating the former. Matteo inclined to share that very observation as Sebastian nodded in turn. His son-in-law veritability destined to research Irdu the moment he had a chance. Hmmm. How very...enlightening the vampire was sure to find such research. Matteo near sad he would hardly be present to witness it. Sebastian sudden query on how that tale ended however, so prompted Matteo to sigh near regrettably once more. The Frenchman leaned back within his seat then. The Fae offering that admittance that Ardat had escaped if only for his and Alexanders own negligence in so understanding that ...soul bond. Ardat simply could not be killed while Irdu lived. Both needed to be destroyed at the same time. Such magic as that was so...desperately old- and so rarely heard off. One day, surely, they would meet them again. Indeed- they were near fated too.

Such thoughts, for now, were easily cast from the Frenchmans mind as Alexander parked that car outside the cafe. The hunter so neatly attempting to park that car in a space Matteo was assured was far too narrow. His very suggestion to merely nudge the other car up a little was met with a veritable scoff from his Father and a look of utter horror from Sebastian. Truly it was as if neither had any idea how to drive. That however, was surely a battle for another time. Matteo stepped smoothly from that car then, the man content to make his way toward both his sons as they stood beside Aiden's birthday gift. Yet- how even that sleek, black car paled in comparison to that boyish grin that found his sons features in response. It had been far, far too long since such a look had found its way to the boys face. Matteo, in that moment, wholly inclined to simply savour it. Alexander moved to lead the way into the cafe. Matteo choosing to take that moment to see to dinner, the Frenchman teleporting easily back to his own chateau within France. It was a simple manner to reach for those plates of food he himself had taken to preparing earlier and left for the much flustered Gregory to finish. Ah, how that man complained when surely there was so little to complain about!

Matteo reappeared smoothly within that loft but a few minutes later, the very end of that conversation upon rhinoceroses prompting a roll of his own eyes as he moved to place a plate in front of each member of his family- followed by that glorious chocolate chip cookie cake he knew Aiden would adore. His silver gaze moved to look over that setting, ensuring that meal met his own standards of relative perfection before glancing toward his younger son.

"Aiden, don't tell your brother a rhinoceros is a fat unicorn, that is a terrible description. I also suspect he has no idea about any of those animals you mentioned. He does know what a giraffe is- but he knows it by its old name, the Camelopard. Sebastian is destined to take him to the zoo though, don't worry."

That near knowing look was offered toward his son-in-law then. Matteo unable to prevent that look of amusement that found his features at that veritable future he had caught but a glimpse off before his attention returned to that meal and the near skeptical look Aiden had afforded it. His very efforts to coax his younger son into trying new food were followed readily by his determination to prevent Dorian touching that cake. Sebastian, in turn, equally warned away from it (despite the vampire having made no effort to touch it at all). Matteo moved to take his own seat then, his shoes removed with the same ease that had caused Dorian such distress before his elder son suggested that toast. The near ancient Fae reached for his own glass then, Matteo raising it neatly upward to join the others. The Frenchman not at all ashamed to admit he looked forward to trying that very drink- if only to compare it to those well-aged bottles Alexander and himself both had stored throughout the world.

"Yes, Happy Birthday, Aiden."

How very much he meant those words. Matteo, in that moment, unable to prevent the warm simper that found his features at the sheer delight he so took in having each of those beings present here tonight and too- the very delight Aiden seemed to take in it. This every evening, if nothing else, having assured him that veritable battle for Aiden's very soul had not been lost. His son still existed- despite it all. Aiden still persisted. How inclined he was to thank each and every God he knew for that very thing. That alone, surely, was worth that drink. Matteo lifted the drink to his lips, that liquid gloriously smooth and yet pontent to the taste all at once. Hmm- it was surprisingly good. A look of clear approval was offered toward Alexander then as Dorian all but choked on that potent drink. His son's struggle coaxing that chuckle from himself before he returned to the glass to the table.

"Oh, Aiden. I have something else for you too. For each of you, actually. Do not eat them all at once for heaven's sake. They took me longer than I care to admit to make."

A singular snap of his fingers so readily saw those small bags of handmade skittles appear on the table, one for each of his sons, his son-in-law and his own Father in turn even if Alexander was rarely inclined to such modern candy. Such treats a decided rarity.

"They are far better than what you buy at the store I guarantee. I've finally discovered the recipe. I might tackle the, how you say, gummi bears next- or perhaps those sour patch whatsits. Im assured I can do it."

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