Milo Farell held the vase of water up to the light. The water had to be crystal clear before he could proceed with the ritual. Finding it to his satisfaction, he poured the water from the large crystal vase into a silver goblet. A small mahogany cross lay at the bottom of the goblet. Usually a hunter would now read from a book of Holy Text to bless the water, but he had entire libraries of Holy Scripts memorized by heart. The recitation flowed out of his lips easily. (Text continues.) Around him, incense and candles sent aromatic smoke to the high ceiling of the wide Sanctuary. Metal, wood, and stone stakes were lined up in rows on several shelves. Black iron cages hung a few feet off the ground with chains dangling inside. A small cot stood in the middle of a segregated area, surrounded by metal and wooden implements stained with traces of blood. Crosses and rosaries hung in practically every unoccupied square inch of the room. The concrete floor had a long string of Latin prayers spanning its entire area, broken only in paces by runes and symbols. It had originally been an unused warehouse, before he bought it and converted the interior. Vampires can get in, sure. But they'll never get back out. And whatever happens in the meantime wouldn't be very pleasant. The exterior looked unsuspecting enough, especially in the snowfall the city's been having recently. It looked just as run-down and decrepit as when Milo first acquired it. One would never expect that it was newly doubly reinforced from the inside all the way to its foundations. The chant ended with a simple gesture of his arm. Nothing fancy happened; no glowing lights, no sparks, no heavenly choir singing. But now the liquid in the bowl had properties that could blister the skin of unholy Beings. Other hunters would use Blessed Blades and Holy Fire, but he never really liked killing in the first place. Just the ones who used their powers to take advantage of humans, never to eradicate the entire vampiric race, like other hunters. The common ones would just stab a man the moment they found out he was a vampire. Some would take him to his hunter friends where they would proceed to kill him slowly and brutally. The really sick ones kept teeth or eyes as souvenirs. These hunters didn't understand that they only served to alienate those vampires who actually respected human boundaries. Vampires weren't all bad, Milo believed. They could live peacefully with humans, if they were only given the chance.