55 Chapter 55: Fishers of Men, Part 13

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 my forehead. It felt slick. I had no idea how I could sweat underwater, but somehow, I managed. "I just don't understand," I said. My voice sounded dull and muted in my ears. "What does all this have to do with me?"

"Why, you possess the bait, of course." He pointed at my trembling arm. "How can we fish without bait? We are the Fishers of Men. So we were cursed for our betrayal, and so - until all His debts are paid - we must be."