Castigators (Also referred to as Vindicares, avengers, enforcers and bulldogs (slang).) The foot soldiers of the Judicare Order, charged with punishing the Unbelievers through less civilized means.
Solomon DeMarcus Castigator Most Exalted Genus: Vampire Clan: Lasombra
So capable are the teams of Castigators protecting the Ministry's needs that Solomon DeMarcus only rarely must enter any given field of operations.  It was his insight into enemy motives and behavior which paved the way as he ascended to this post, carefully erasing any and all traces of his history as he went.  Hence, few know DeMarcus intimately.  Though his direct subordinates know that he casts no reflection, the past has given them cause to suspect that the reason behind his one unyielding standing order--that all mirrors encountered in the course of any purge must be promptly destroyed--may not rest entirely on his Clan weakness alone....
Slagg Lieutenant Castigator Genus: Fomor Breed: Ferectos -- Larva of the Wyrm
Subtlety was never Slagg's lot, and only raw and savage zeal has kept him alive long enough to survive to such a rank.  He has not fallen far from his roots, and gladly engages himself with the hands-on portion of the Castigator business.  Steeped in his malicious faith, he holds a certain rancor for traitors and other enemies of the Ministry who operate within the cult itself.  His trademark weapon--a chainsaw--is unusual in one respect: the blood-gorged intravenous lines which lead from the meat of Slagg's forearms directly into the chainsaw's fuel tank; While most attribute this to a psychosis or a blood fetish, a few have come to suspect that the chainsaw's origin is even more unholy than Slagg himself is.
Twilight Lieutenant Castigator Genus: Fomor Breed: Shadowfiend
Unlike Slagg, Twilight prefers stealth and finesse over brute force.  Such means serve her better, as she cannot endure nearly as much physical punishment as the Ferectos routinely withstands.  A stealthy modus operandi also has the additional benefit of allowing her victims little or no time to defend themselves before her silvered rapier finds their vitals.  She takes no joy in her work yet pursues it diligently, out of both a sense of duty and a sense of purpose: she tortures and murders for no greater reason than "It's my job and I'm good at it."
Centigrade Castigator Errant Genus: Fomor Breed: Unique
Of the enforcer called Centigrade, there is little remaining of this once-man's humanity.  His cold and pasty skin perspires with a gelatinous slush, and his chemically tainted blood pushes through leathery veins at body temperatures somehow peaking below the freezing point.  His masters remain tight-lipped on the subject of Centigrade's conversion to the fiend he is now, and few within the Ministry question his effectiveness.  Many a coroner has miscalculated the hour of a victim's death by basal temperature, and just as many have been baffled with fatal cases of hypothermia which persist even in the most temperate of climates.