A woman sitting in the row across from Belial and the boys commented in a moment of silence in their conversation, “That language you were speaking downright grates on the nerves. It’s so guttural. What language is that?”
Belial turned to look at the woman and said, “Abyssal.”
The woman furrowed her brow. “Abyssal. I never heard of it. What country is it from?”
“Hell,” all three said at the same time, startling the woman. “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it. I was just curious. If you don’t want to tell me, then that’s fine.” That made all three laugh in amusement at the woman’s reaction which only served to make her even more irked, fueling their laughter all the more.
Finally, another woman turned around, frowning at the laughter. “How can you be laughing after what just happened? People are dead, injured. Most have lost their homes, livelihoods and friends and family members, and you’re laughing?”
Shayde answered, “So, we’re supposed to stop living life because people died? We’re alive. So, why not celebrate the fact that we’re not dead with some laughter? Why don’t you mind your own business, bitch?”
The woman gasped and looked at Belial. “Are you going let your son speak to an adult like that?” Belial held her eye and said. “Oh, would you prefer hearing it from me?” The woman gasped again but turned around as she found it difficult to hold Belial’s eye.
The woman sitting in front suddenly began to writhe about in her seat as she transformed into an anthropomorphic human-animal form, her change causing everyone around her to scream and some to run off the bus.
Shayde asked his father in Abyssal, “Did you do that?”
Belial who had one eyebrow raised in response to what he was witnessing shook his head. “No, that wasn’t me.” He then looked over at Hooligan.
Hooligan giggled again.