The Hunters Volume Two: War

Chapter Thirty One: Mentor and Student

September 14th,

11:58 pm,

The Vatican City,

St Peter's Basilica.

The owner of the hoarse voice, Fr Josef Costa was a sixty something year old man with a balding head and bushy eyebrows and a slight moustache that was filled with gray hairs much like the situation atop his scalp. He wore a dark blue cassock and a royal purple stole that depicted his status as a Cardinal. His eyes were small but filled with a clarity and intelligence that reflected the knowledge his age had given him.

The old man gave Vincent an unreadable look before shifting his dark eyes to the still seething Fr Enzo. "And you, have you lost all sense of empathy? Creatures of the night or not, those deceased were no less individuals than you and I. Do not spit on the face of their families and friends by disrespecting their passing."

For a second it seemed as if Enzo was about to let the older man, though not by much, have a piece of his mind. But in a flash the expression on the man's face suddenly swit