Cubix was...Ignored? Wow. It didn't matter. Blade was hardly worth any real effort. Cubix just continued looking at nothing as he leaned on his hand, his elbow on the table, and for the most part letting Ash go on and on as he liked to do. The Hollow came in, as if to affirm Blade's unhealthy plans. So foolish, yet he didn't even care to see just how suicidal it was. It was not only wrong, but went against what they were. They weren't mercenaries to be hired by the highest bidder.
Cubix didn't say anything to Colbolt, or even look her way. He almost looked like he was lost in thought, but he was just trying to push aside this waste of time. Still, Cubix was listening. Cubix looked over his shoulder, finally moving after a few seconds of being a statue, just before Divus came in. Cubix had...Never seen or met that demon before. One thing that set Cubix off almost immediately was Divus' arrogance. How annoying. Just who or what did he think he was? Further, was the words that seemed to run out his mouth.
"Tsk-" Cubix wasn't going to have this at all. "You-" Cubix stopped before Helios started on his own too. How arrogant. Did they really understand where they were? Cubix was honestly becoming annoyed. Cubix turned his head, his head angled down as if he were focusing in on the table in front of him, and he sighed.
Crack
The ceiling and the walls were getting thin, but many, cracks through them. Cubix's own enormous energy was starting to leak out. Cubix closed his eyes, controlling his unnecessary breathing, and started to tap on the table. With each tap of his nail the legs cracked and where his finger hit indented, deeper and deeper with each pound. "As far as I am concerned, no one will lift a finger against anyone during a meeting. If even one demon dies, I can't say I will be merciful on anyone in this room," A clear and heavy threat, placed on everyone in here. They may consider themselves strong or that they were better than every demon here, however, Cubix was growing tired of all these men and woman, if they could even be called that, walking with their chests high and their gentiles dangling. Cubix would tear them all apart. He would open their chests, grasps their organs, and fest on them right before their eyes. Cubix was starting to get a little agitated and, when he was agitated, he could only see red. Snatching out the stringy intestines, twisting bone until it was powder, turning necks until they popped off as a laffy-taffy mess and Cubix would eat it all. He'd eat the blood, the bone, the livers and the kidneys and stain the hard, cold, solid walls of this room permenantely red.
"I'm tired of stupidity today. If you are going to be idiotic barbarians then go do it somewhere else. You grew to have the power you have, only to go around acting as if you can't control the most simple of urges; violence. Don't be beasts. We have been summoned to a meeting. Now, sophisticate and compose yourselves so that we can get this over with. If any of you are too immature to manage something as being wise in the proper situation, then you are better off as the new carpet. Killing each other will only weaken our numbers and killing guests will only raise potential enemies. This is obvious. This is self exclamatory! Regardless of your powers and abilities, you are forbidden from fighting here by my word. Go outside if you wish to waste resources and power. However, I won't waste my time ny longer babysitting dumb asses," The Chairman of Security has spoken. They were free to ignore the title, retort back to Cubix, or even tell him he was the one being wrong and stupid. Cubix was really balancing on a fine line of sanity at this point. He himself was about to lose it. It was just too much. There were just too many retards in here for him. They were mongols, no, worse, they were hungry, rabid animals. As their brains were ate away by their own arrogance, they seemed to lose all common sense and what was ally and what was enemy.
However, Cubix's own personal feelings on the matter were irrelevant. As the Chairman of Security, he wasn't going to just allow demons to kill each other in his presence. Sure, they could go slaughter each other in their own territory in hell, the human world, or wherever they decided to waste away their time, however, within a meeting? Were they shit crazy? The numbers were already dwindling, yet they wanted to go around claiming unimportant titles, during an important discussion noless, and throw out threats to individuals that were allowed to enter these lands. Individuals that Cubix allowed to entire this meeting. None of it made any sense.
"Now, get back to the damn matter at hand," Cubix's eyes would shoot open again and they would be staring at Colbolt with death in them. The sort of crazed, unbridled rage that forced someone to go into a berserk rage with an axe or for someone to grab a knife and stab someone well over 50 times. An insane, fiery anger was within them and it's full wave would be shoot directly into the one at the end of that glare, as if it were aiming to set their own body alight. "What the fuck do you have to offer us!" A clear demand towards the Espada and not a kind one either.