Between Sanctuary and Paradise... Southern Gothic Urban Fantasy

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Modern Fairy Tale

As the old saying goes, between Sanctuary and Paradise... lies only the Darkness.

Appalachian Georgia
These are ancient lands which bear pathways to far away Realms.  These are called Paradise by the Eldritch.  These pathways are jealously guarded by the Fae and the Therian as well as their kin.
(Imagine Werewolf by Night, or if Supernatural and Dukes of Hazard had a pilot episode together, like Grimm or Once Upon a Time.)

Atlanta Metro Area
The Crossroads of Gothica are known to shape destinies.  This undercity is known as Sanctuary to the Empyrean.  These territories are hidden by the Radiant and the Grimm and their allies.
(Imagine Iron Age comic action from Dr. Strange to John Constantine, with some Neverwhere or the Labyrinth added to taste.)

Between There Be Dragons
The world of Shade holds many hidden dangers.  There are many monsters hidden in many closets, under many beds, but worst of all within the hearts of the wicked.  Some of these threats are only misguided or misunderstood.  A greater elemental evil known as the Demogorgon has lain sundered in the glory of Creation.  Always it creeps and plots and gibbers madly as it seeks to destroy our world and so recreate its own seething cauldron kingdom of chaos from long before the age of mankind.  Cults dedicated to one of the four aspects of the Demogorgon spring up from time to time like weeds.  All of the Shade community lies hidden from modern society by ancient accords and dedicates itself to safeguarding Creation from all such malice.

This leaves a lot to explore.  Would such a dark and magical world interest you?  Feel free to answer here or PM me.  Thanks for your concideration.
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God. 
Hans Christian Anderson in The Little Match Girl