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

Let vengeance roar for blood and war;

Posted on October 28, 2021 by Risque

The smell of carnage hung in the air like a light mist, a welcomed scent to satisfy the intrinsic nature that lay nestled within. Concealed within a her, a divine package. Sinful, hellish, alluring and when the mood stuck, disarming. She drew in that scent of death and blood that seemed to coat the inside of her nostrils as the bodies dropped like flies while the weary or fallen were replaced by fresh ranks. Did Cade seek to tire them? Her army did not show any signs of tiring as if those hellish monsters within her ranks had fed off the chaos and the screams of death that were not their own. The sounds of destruction that rose like a symphony around her. That melody, in its purest form were nothing but intricate and discordant music to hear ears. It was potent as it was alluring to her as she let it encompass her. Darcy, had already long given into it as he threw himself into the fray below.

She too, but not nearly thrust in the same battle as her feline and Darcy were. Her own body was a testament to it, already painted with gore, it splattered across her like war paint. She could not help but notice her lover and her pet fighting side by side. She found it odd. Strange that he would choose to fight alongside his supposed nemesis without her order, tangled within a chosen battle with those matted, filthy canine beasts as though he didn't know what end to fight. Ugly things, she thought with enough for to condemn. No she would not join them, deciding she would rather not touch them. From up here it was easy to pinpoint the right end to the ass of that canine. It would have been easy to shoot through those dense dreadlocks that acted like armour to her felines sharpened claws.

All those guns he had amassed and for what? One moment, he was barking orders to those beneath him, the next he seemed unable to help himself. A certain violent glee over taking him as fought alongside Tetradore. It wasn't a long glance at all to observe the two of them. While she enjoyed the sight of her enemies falling.. it was not enough to hold back a certain displeasure and disappointment that sliced through her like a cold sharp blade. She had wanted to see her pet finally pull his own weight.. not for her own mate to protect him like he was a vulnerable toddler. No, she had wanted to see her pet fight for his life, to be forced to fight on her side. The task she had assigned him surely wasn't that difficult. A low, volatile hiss escaped from her pursed lips. Her pale gaze dragged away from the sight to eye her blades and whip that were already stained with the red of her enemies that had already been dispatched against her. The spray from their blood not yet drying even on the matte black surface on the leather that had all but poured over her sinful curves. A fitting outfit for bloodshed.

Those deaths before were a warm up, to stretch those muscles that she'd all but itched to used. They were but mere practice dummies in comparison to the true battle that lay ahead. Child's play. The true battle all but waited for her, out of reach like a coward hiding behind a shield made up of a flock of his own soldiers. Cade was sitting back as he bided his time.... What was he playing at? It only added fuel to her anger and disappointment. At that moment her two men were deemed nothing but lost causes as far as she was concerned. She would end this war on her own. Her own arrogance added into the deadly heady cocktail of sensations that ricocheted through her. It bloomed and swelled within her chest that no longer possessed a working heart. Instead, it was filled with something better. Power. Undiluted and so intoxicatingly potent. Her powers that felt like they had their wings clipped up until that point, at least with no true target to strike down. It was a notion that brought relief as she allowed herself inhale her power as if returning every last stitch back to the source where it belonged inside of her.. All before she unleashed it across the battle field like a suffocating, probing blanket. A flirtatious note for Cade and all those that sought to challenge her.

Oh, it felt delicious. Exquisite, as she allowed her affinity to torment to all but burst from her, splitting out of her like gigantic, invisible unfurled wings. How easy it would be to have that individual torment consume them all, including her own, unwilling to discriminate when it felt this good. Yet to do so would weaken her too much that she could not allow it. Not when she could visibly conclude that Cade was within her possession. It was far easier to spread that unease, to needle her way through them and reduce their confidence. It would set up the stage perfectly. Especially when the true impending battle was now that much closer. A flickering thought infiltrated her mind. A seductive thought to allow her power to radiate from her uncheck and potentially destroy her plans.

Would need her strength if they were all squirming little worms that she could crush with her heel? Every last one of them brought to heel.. or a manner of, so to speak. That question seemed to draw her in and she almost gave into it. Almost. Her rational mind won out. She would not make herself so vulnerable that anyone could walk up and stake her.

With that decided, her sharp gaze snapped toward where she sensed Cade. She knew that he was watching. He had to be by now. She swore she could practically smell his canine stench and felt his wandering eyes upon her from here. Although, it is truly unsure how her powers would affect Cade's army or that he even witnessed as much as she gave him credit for at that very moment. Regardless, she rose her hand long enough to send a pointed silver-clad, clawed finger like she knew exactly where he hid. Her gaze cut across the field, that intent glare that could have been felt for miles. She pointed right at him. That damning finger might as well marked him with death.

Risque felt like she could end this war in an instant. Drunk on the well of her own power. All she had to do was get to Cade. He had come to her, it was time to return the favour.

It was easy to knock over those carefully laid out dominos. All it took was the final act of stealing his dogs to set it into motion. The path to him that would be paved by the bodies she'd slain. It felt more fitting than a red carpet, although it would certainly be red. It was easy to follow this line of thinking. To be charmed by her own thoughts of internal grandeur. Alone, she would fight this battle. It was only when that she found herself seduced by her single-minded purpose that she willingly left her post and found herself within the fray of carnage. She didn't see that perfectly laid out trap that Cade had set. No, she was too blind by her intricate plans that she missed it. It was easy to dispatch the older vampire that foolishly stepped in her way. Enough to distract her from her purpose. A perfectly laid out distraction that she hadn't realized before it was too late. It was at that moment that her decision could have so quickly turned deadly for her. The only indication that she knew that something had gone so terribly askew was when her head twisted to face the sound of that annoying dispassionate chanting. That moment of distraction was all that was needed for the final stone put in place by another faceless dead man, or soon to be, as far as she was concerned.

Four stones that mapped out her isolating dome cage, severing her from her cats, men, powers from beyond the threshold, and the very battle itself. The swell of power to summon her pet was all but cut off the moment the spell took hold and that dome shot up near instantly around her. How she loathed witches. She could feel her fury of her containment override all else as she blasted whatever power she possessed into the wall itself only to find it... useless. She had never been.. caught before. Never.

Cade cheated. She refused to believe she had allowed herself to be tricked into a trap that had been planned all along. While she had set her dominos in place, it would seem that Cade did too. Was it arrogance that made her underestimate him so? The sound of the waging battle outside seemed to be muted to her ears, like she was underwater and she could not hear much besides muddled voices. She tested the boundaries again and again, refusing to touch it with her bare hands. Never had she seen this form of magic before. How was this possible? Not even the extreme force of her sword hitting it did anything beside annoy her further. After stepping over her most recent kill, she stuck her blade against the surface again as if wondering if the repetition would weaken it somehow. The cement below her feet was painted from that lifeless sack on the floor's blood. The cage was immovable with those warlocks, stones and who knew what else.

From outside of her own private viewing box, it would seem that she was forced to witness the war unfold without participating. She even caught a glimpse of Harley in the fray.. she could swear that useless feline was laughing at her, her coat surprisingly clean, free from battle. All while the felines that actually served a purpose and fought were covered in gore... She would need to be taught a lesson. Wasn't Darcy supposed to be training her? She walked along the edge of her cage, debating ways she could free herself. Surely Cade didn't intend to keep her like this forever. Yet to wait on him sent red hot fury inside of her. That was when she finally saw movement.. along with the familiar sight of Darcy and Tetradore. Maybe they were not so entirely useless after all. Some of that previous discontentment seemed to partially subside... She was still furious with them and yet she could practically already sense the changing of tides. She would be free and after that she would no longer play this little game of tug and war.

She would take no chances as she annihilated them all.

A small slow smirk played upon her striking features, even covered in blood could not hinder that she was still gorgeous and terrifying in all that gore... Of course, all the important things that one needs in the heat of battle. Tic-tic-tic.. she could practically hear the countdown of seconds before she was freed. She allowed her powers and strength to rejuvenate, knowing all too well that they would be needed soon. She could see Darcy's machine cat ripping through the ranks like they were nothing. Man and beast seemed so easily destroyed it by it that it was nearly mesmerizing in its savage, indiscriminate brutality. If Darcy managed to win the war single handedly, she would be even more furious and if not a little bit impressed.

Darcy cut through the fray of people, easily breaking through Cade's people like they were nothing, his bloody face turned to face her. Their eyes locked for a moment. She knew immediately what he intended. To send that machine cat to attack her barrier. He should go for the warlocks first and the spell would be broken. He was too focused on what was visibly the problem. "Non, Darcy! The warlocks!" She commanded and yet he would unlikely be able to hear her comand. That machine cat was far too focused upon heading toward her to deliver its brute force to the dome that annoyingly ensnared her. What did it matter? If it worked she begrudgingly conceded. Not that she had a choice. Perhaps, it just might work she wondered... or at least weaken the spell just enough, before the nuisance warlocks weakened. She stepped back, ready... prepared for the assault of that giant cat and all too ready to make her get away.

But Darcy made an error.

He offered his back to the enemy.. Risque barely caught sight of it as her pet found his opening. He leapt from behind Darcy, mouth agape, and claws unsheathed, glinting like an executioner's weapon. Darcy should have known better than to let his guard down around her feline and Tetradore should have known better than to turn on them during a war. Mutinous bastard. Had she finally broken his mind? Was he well and truly braindead? Because that was the only explanation she had for her pet's foolish actions. One he would surely pay for, severely. Risque was unable to do anything but watch. She cursed in French. That very action might have been enough to turn the tides of that war. A hiss escaped her.

He would not kill him. Darcy was... too strong for that. Yet for the briefest of moments, she had tasted doubt. He was disarmed with focusing on freeing her. He was left vulnerable to that assault. Tetradore did not just attack Darcy in that moment, he attacked her.

She was going to murder him with her bare hands. In that moment, her ire for Cade was nothing in comparison to what she wanted to do Tetradore and her very own loyal commander for allowing himself to be attacked.

Risque watched as the machine cat fell apart due to the fact that Darcy had allowed himself to be bitten again. His powers slipped at the more pressing threat that embedded into him.

A true snarl escaped her, distorting her features to bare fangs at the immense frustration at being stuck inside a bubble. Her own fingers curled into the palm of her hands, those sharpened talons dug into her own palm, blood seeping from them. She was so livid she could not feel her own pain or smell her own burning flesh from the silver. The moment Tetradore made contact, she saw Darcy's mismatched eyes turn near animalistic.

Darcy was lost to his own bloodlust, his own weakness as his focus was to no longer free her but to destroy her alpha pet.

The feline queen had no choice but to watch that battle that might see that they lose this war. Narrowed eyes focus as Darcy violently slammed into the ground in an effort to launch her pet off him... The pair pitted off against one another even as the battle commenced around them, no one on the opposing side saw the need to intervene, not when they weren't even a threat to anyone else. Fools.. Another frustrated sound tore from her bloodied lips in a solid rush as her gaze sought out Cade only to find him missing from where he was originally. That was not good.

That mere glimpse away returned to both pet and mate... Darcy lost into a rage somehow got the better of Tetradore, flailing him around and pummeling against the concrete with enough force to crack the ground below. .They were going to kill each other.

Only that was when she caught a glimpse of movement.. a part in the masses as no one other than Cade himself drew close, his mate travelling closely behind as they picked their way toward her burdensome containment prison. He moved like a man who thought he'd won, prowling closer victoriously, one cocksure stride at a time. Her focus wrenched away from her sparring men to the goading vampire that finally made his appearance. He looked different from the last she had seen him. Less impressive.

It was strange how his goading words drifted through the dome while the rest of the world seem muted, a mystery to her. Risque could feel her powers unfurling from within her, limited only to use them within this cursed container. Her power flicked around her like angry whips that searched for flesh to destroy. Her slender fingers gripped that blade she still possessed within her palm, tighter. Risque, Darling. His voice nothing but condescending, seeking to spark her ire.. using her men as a catalyst to draw her to make yet another mistake. It was exactly what she would do.

She noticed Cade's mate waiting outside, obedient little strumpet that she was... All while Cade remained focused upon Risque. She wanted his tongue for his disrespect, his head too... amongst other things to add to her collection of trophies.. and yet she was only getting ahead of herself.

Risque eyed Cade as she let her lips curl into a cruel smirk subtle and lacking an ounce of anything genuine. There is no sense of dread that flashes within her. Except maybe something unreadable in that smile of hers.. as those apathetic eyes remained fixed upon her opponent. He crossed the barrier with ease that only made her realize that it was a blood magic spell that made the barrier.. that Cade's blood was tied to it so he could casually stroll through it with not an ounce of resistance. It also explained why she could hear him so crystal clear while the rest of the world had been muted.

It was then that she finally responded to him, her voice holding her unwavering confidence that oozed from her pores. "Oh, that is so endearing that you think a man would be my downfall. Clearly, you do not know my history or the fact that I don't need a man to fight my battles." She does not elaborate as the weight of that hypnotic stare turns sharper than the blade in her hand. It was almost like that gaze alone could of sliced through him. If only. But that would be a far too easy death for him. He did not respond before issuing an order to his mate to deal with her men. A vicious anger shone, glittering with malice within her pale blue eyes. No one dealt with them save for her.

Risque vowed to make the woman suffer in the most brutal fashion if she didn't fall to her dueling pair that clearly needed a focus for their ire other than each other.

Cade's powers pressed against her own as if tasting it, a mere greeting before he uttered those two words. The two vampires squared off.

Shall we? His voice finally sounded almost far too loud considering how the outside noise was muffled.

Risque was unable to get out the words that were acrid like acid on her tongue. He blasted her with an invisible, forceful power that sent her flying backward, like a bomb went off. She crashed into the barrier with force that made her teeth clack, a sharp pain ricocheting through her body that only served to awaken her. Pain was temporary, invigorating to the she-devil, her focus sharpened upon the task at hand. Yet even still, she somehow managed to prepare even in spite of that impact, using the momentum to push off that wall and land near perfectly like a cat, crouched with one hand kissing the blood slick ground, blade lifted in the other before she rose gracefully to her feet with an unfaltering gaze.

Her lips curled as she summoned her powers to her without any overture. While her various affinities were cut off to the world outside the dome, they were perfectly fine in this much too small chamber. She allowed the outside world to darken in gloom... using that power of torment to warp his reality. The she-devil was a master at showing him his own men dying to her people.. a glimpse of his mate being ripped apart by her own pet, her entrails spilled out from the gaping wound of her midsection while Darcy prepared to rip out her throat, Cade's name a dying prayer on her bluing lips.

All it took was mere distracted glimpse in that direction before she moved without warning and propelled herself forward as she tormented him with those all too consuming images and sensations. It was but a taste of what she could do and yet it was only the beginning. Was truly his hell. To watch his own mate die so brutally? Or was it something else? There wasn't any time to consider it because she was far to determined to run her blade through his chest to the hilt, closing the distance between them with an eagerness. It was a pity she was a little off from piercing his heart due to him moving at the last second. It wouldn't kill him. Yet she is content. No, she didn't want to be done with him that quickly.

The feline queen knew she made herself vulnerable being so much closer to him and yet the first drop of blood to be spilled was his. Cade's blood first tinged the air as it seeped through his clothes before she felt that strange feeling again...

Like a song that only she could hear. A strand tugging... of something only she could feel. A frown etched upon her features... distracted by it while Cade undoubtedly seized his moment and made his next move. As she uttered the words You can do better than that." She uttered her voice almost intimate as it was silently mocking.