There are things about humanity that no one likes to discuss.

From the outside, the life cycle of mortals is fairly straightforward. They get born, they live and then they die. If they've achieved their Destiny, they go to Heaven. If they've met their Fate, they go to Hell. If they do both, or neither, they either reincarnate or disband. Sometimes they spend a little time getting where they need to go, but there's a place for all, and everyone's got his or her place. It's simple, neat and inexorable.

Mostly.

The problem is that sometimes you hear stories. Which side you're on is irrelevant: this is an urban legend among both angels and demons. The central theme is that there's some kind of race living underneath the humans' cities: other than that, the details vary enormously. Nobody's ever admitted to seeing one, but a friend of a friend of a friend did. It's probably not real: the most common description is so obviously unsuitable for a corporeal lifeform. They're describing what sounds like a bizarre cross between a baby and an adult, after all. Just what down there is there for them to eat? How can they have a tribe without a language? Why haven't ordinary mortals seen any, ever? It's always a demon or angel or Soldier or Sorcerer that encounters a tribe, and watches as they silently go about their incomprehensible business. That should make anyone suspicious. Plus, there's the entire bit with the alligators. Kobal has so much as admitted that he made the whole 'alligators in the sewers' legend from whole cloth: there aren't any down there. There's certainly not any being used as riding steeds. No, it's just a story, and nothing more.

But, if you happen to have a Servitor of Children in the group when this fable is unearthed, watch him or her. He won't join in on the slightly nervous laughter, and if the subject doesn't change she'll eventually make some innocuous excuse and leave. Follow him, if you really want to get an informed opinion. Try getting her drunk. If you do, he might just tell you that the Children's Servitors have noticed that freshly minted souls who die before a certain point in the pregnancy… disappear. It's as if a human's first gestation really locks the soul into Creation: interrupt it, and it can't align with the Symphony. But they don't disband: that would be noticeable. The Servitor will then tell you, in a firm (but usually deeply drunken) voice, that of course those souls must go directly to the Higher Heavens. She'll be very emphatic about that.