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 (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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
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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Darcy Blackjack,Aiden Tetradore

I'll show you how revenge can taste so sweet;

Posted on April 09, 2021 by Risque

Thud, thud, thud... abrasive sound of a clenched fist upon a solid door drew her from a peaceful slumber. She threw the heavy mass of silken sheets, duvet she had hogged for herself and onto the still waking Darcy, successfully burying him. How she hated being awaken from sleep, the vampire queen was the furthest thing of... an early evening person. She often took her time getting up, getting ready, falling into her own routine. Not demanded out of sleep with a vengeance! Someone was going to die. Was her immediate thought as a snarl drew from her lips, exposing her dainty but still deadly fangs. She swung her long legs from the bed when that pounding could be heard once more and the faint sound of shouting. The vampire queen was barely dressed, scantily glad in a sheer little number that left little to the imagination. In a burst of speed she blurred to the door as she swung it open with a violent fury.

It was Randall... and despite his hulking height and usually unflappable nature... he seemed frantic. He was not fueled by apprehension as he would normally, his usually averted eyes found her own. It was like he had seen something. Something was very wrong. "What happened?" Her fingers still held the door, the tension within her body apparent. His worried words fell out of him in a frantic rush. Vampires were here, gathering en masse with hounds. It could only be one person. Cade had decided to finally strike, without warning. Undoubtedly hoping to catch them off guard. While she enjoyed a good plot twist. However, it did little to stop the sudden flair of rage the spiked within her, that exploded within her veins in a way that almost could have been heat if she was not cold as the dead. Not a line marred her porcelain face even despite the ruthless flash of emotions inside of her.

It was to be her alone that set those battle terms. She had already a plan in the works and yet.. Here Cade was... with his pitchforks and his men. Barely as the sun dipped below the horizon line, perhaps they even came within the confines of a truck. Anything to get a one up on the powerful queen. It was a slight against her. She knew it well.. He would suffer more for it. "Gather everyone. Do it now." Her voice was icier than the arctic cold, emotionless and clipped like the sound her heels made when they walked on a smooth, hard tile.

How tempting it would have been to simply rip through them all. To show them just how weak and insignificant they all truly were. A pale spec in comparison to her. She could have done it naked.. She even considered it. To simply make a statement as she embraced their annihilation. But what a waste of an outfit she had chosen. The finest weapons forged just for her to wield in this war that Cade had begun and that she would finish. It had been a long time coming and it was all going according to her plans until... Now. Her fa├žade threatened to slip as a violent snarl she forced down until she forced the door closed, even as she looked oddly composed even though she is volatile. The door slammed shut right in Randall's face as he went off to do as she'd said. She glared at that door for several moments before she spoke. "I will have his head." She hissed as undiluted malevolence rippled off of her in powerful unseen waves. The she-devil's muscles taut as she fought the urge to look from her rooftop to see what Randall had warned.

Not yet. She was still agitated at having to wake to this. Perhaps that message... she had sent Cade the night before had.. Well and truly sent him over the edge. She hadn't expected for him to knock down her door the following night. Oh, he must have been livid when he heard the news of what happened to his precious hounds. She remained at the door as her mind began to churn and settle. Refusing to turn toward Darcy. Refused to look at anything.

They had planned for this very moment. It wouldn't take long for their forces to gather. But it was strange that Cade had not yet attacked. It was like he was waiting for something. Her pale eyes narrowed to slits before she spurred into action a fraction of a second later.

"Darcy." The way she spoke his name was like silk wrapped over a dagger before she turned silently upon her bare feet.

"Organize them.. Stall if you must. Just keep them at bay until I join you." Her voice didn't harbour the same fury that she saved to unleash upon the enemies at her doorstep. She thought systematically at that very moment, expression almost pensive, unlike her usual unreadable one.

"I will summon Tetradore. and the other one....." She apparently had no desire to use Harley's name. As though something so unrefined hardly deserved to be uttered by her tongue. A tongue that shifted within her mouth to move to the sharpened points of her left fang that pressed upon its deadly point if only to feel its sharpness, blood welled inside of her mouth. As though the sweet pang of it seemed to put her in the right mood, as though it suddenly made things crystal clear with that diabolical playground that was her mind.

"I have important matters to attend to first. I will join you when I'm done." Her voice nearly nonchalant then as if it were a simple thing. She did not indicate what. That bastard Cade just brought war to their door step.. He has no idea what is going to rain down upon him. It had been a long time since she fully let loose. She would need blood before she engaged in battle even though there would be plenty of it spilt.

"Leave none left alive except for Cade." She uttered nonchalantly. "Leave him for me. Let them all know." Curse the poor fool who would take her rightful kill from her. Her lip curled in distaste at the thought of being forced to rush for any man. There was no mistaking within those few words that Cade would pay for all his indiscretions (even if he wasn't even privy of the pettiest ones). He better believe she had been keeping score. Every last one of them would be suffered 10 fold and he would certainly beg for the true death well before she was finished. There were so many ways she could humiliate him, master over him until she was more than bored with his usefulness. How durable vampires could be... both a blessing and a curse. How Risque knew just how to keep them conscious and astutely aware of every last move of torture.. She could imagine him crawling, dragging him upon a leash of his own intestines, on display for all who dared for a moment to even think they could challenge her.

Oh, while she flourished in this modern world she almost missed the brutal reality of the days of old. Or the carnage of true war.. A moment when there were too many bodies strewn across the blood saturated fields. Where bodies were abandoned and yet still moved. A morbid movement not by any kind of witchcraft but because of the rats that would bury themselves deep inside to feast upon the most succulent parts that were previously unexposed. The only thing that repulsed her was the scent of decaying bodies, several days old. Carnage, as beautiful as it could be... smelt horrific. Which she supposed was a blessing that breathing for a vampire was optional.

How warfare had changed... now it was... usually... covert in nature. Political.. or isolated attacks upon a select few. It was rarely ever so out in the open like the war Cade so brazenly brought to her.

One she would surely finish. No matter the cost.

Risque then stood before her mate, having closed the distance between them, her eyes calculating and fathomless... hypnotic in their pale pools that could leave a man utterly transfixed. She paused... almost like there was something else she wished to say. Something of great importance. Her lips parted for a moment like she might say it... Only the words remained where they were. No, she would not bring them to life. "I will meet you on the rooftop." Was all she said, that battle strategy still well in tact within her mind, for now. The pair soon parted before Risque sought her phone upon the side table of the oversized bed, her fingers made quick work to message Tetradore.

"Come to Syn, now. Bring.. The mouthy one. Immediately." There was no warning attached what was to come, no courtesy. But there was always a threat laced behind her every word she delivered, written, typed, spoke or otherwise. Her word was absolute. He would soon feel the reach of her power, one that he would be unable to ignore.
The she-devil queen cast out her powers, unfurling it like she allowed it to finally breathe, she called forth all the countless connections to her pets with an invasive pull. She intended to rile them, to remind each one of her felines just who was in control. Some would give their lives to it. A simple casualty of war.

How she forced that urgency through those hooks that were so deeply embedded within her felines. The select few that dwelled within her room began to yowl and hiss, their fur standing on edge with arched backs from that potent assault.. Some shook off the feeling, wandering closer to their queen. It was as if they felt that eagerness for war. She was otherworldly calm at that moment. Left with an eagerness that grew inside of her.

She moved with her typical gracefulness to dress herself, to slip on the outfit she had chosen, she opened a wide narrow drawer filled with her adornments, accessories, including those new upgraded versions of her reinforced silver, velvet-lined talons and the highest quality weapons galore that glinted upon display. She picked up a deadly pristine blade that she commissioned, a lion's fang embedded within the hilt nestled in ornate patterns. She eyed it as it glinted, as if thirsty for blood. She placed each weapon, strategically upon the tight supple leather of her outfit.

That outfit was like someone had poured it upon her and left on display her every sinful curve of her figure. It was designed with thought so she could move, unhindered by it and yet it showed off all she had. It was revealing in another fashion and yet most of her was covered. She almost looked built for stealth, a hellish lethal shadow.

Risque heard a loud shuddering noise and a lonely howl could be heard amongst the quietude of her room. Which meant that every passing second her club was being damaged. She would retaliate in the only way that she-devil knew how, with a vengeful wrath of a titan. But first, she would deal with the undead army banging down Syn's doors. How dare they. How dare they think they could bring down the empire she had built. An irritated snarl threatened to rip from her and yet she bit it back. Time was not a luxury any of them were afforded. Yet there was something about the impending chaos that brought a wicked little smile to her lips, with that instinctual knowledge that she would paint the walls of Syn with her enemies.

Finally, there would be an end to this.. A somewhat swift but brutal end for some. One loud enough to send any one of her enemies a message. A strong and violent one. Apparently one that was long overdue. She stepped out onto the balcony, the sun barely having hidden behind the tall buildings of the west as she surveyed down below where she saw them.. equal parts vampires and hounds and yet no signs of their nuisance leader to be seen.