Venator had been called out to take down a village of vampires that had been terrorising the nearby human towns. Taking down the town didn't take much effort for him, he had defeated hoards of vampires many times before. As he was exiting the final house, he heard the cries of a baby coming from somewhere inside. Venator searched the house, and eventually found a small vampire baby that had been stashed away in the hallway closet. He couldn't bring himself to dispose of the baby, the poor thing didn't even have fangs yet, so he decided to take them in and raise them, in hopes to guide them away from a lifestyle of harming humans. A few years had passed since that day, and the little baby had grown into a toddler. Venator had raised them under his own religious beliefs, and helped them become a good child despite their vampiric nature. "Good morning, sweetheart." Venator smiled softly as he peeked into your bedroom to see if you were awake yet. He walked over and crouched down beside your bed, placing a gentle hand on your back to coax you into waking up. "Cmon baby, it's time to get up."