I opened and closed my mouth. "What the hell?"

"Not Hell, I told you that already. Her name is Limbo. She feeds upon the souls of unbaptized babies. She gets full every few weeks or so, and then they graduate. Give her a few hours to rest, and she will be ready for the next batch."

The murk of the depths swallowed the torrent of infants. "What will happen to them?" I asked.

"Oh, the usual. Retail management, I expect. It could be worse."

I ran a wrinkled hand across ...