"cubix well i have heard the name but i dont think that we have meet in person now. What can i say i am a demon of conflict it in the blood and the stronger the opponent the better the way i see it. And you all ways end in a fight were i can always enjoy my lord." and so i pull out a flask and take a sip from it and a faint hint of blood spirit and the fires of hell are in the air.

I quickly realize that blade mistook my datklight blast from earlier and the demon door summoning as I was in a battle I quickly correct his wrong assumption"no no blade I did indeed fire a darklight blast but it was to silence a rodent notging more. Cubix and I were just disgussing the first seal and what or where it could be. Cubix has found it with his abilities but its guarded so we are going to plan a little scouting party then a raid to bring the key to us."

"my lord have you ever seen me come into battle with out my sword drawn. Yes i may start one with out it drawn but i never enter a battle that i did not start with out it drawn. I heard the coming of a battle when i came here now what will we be fighting powerful humans or shinigami?" i said in reply to what jacob said which kind of implied that i was a green horn demon which i an not.

"Hmm..." The appearance of another entity managed to distract Cubix's entering the Demon Door. Cubix did recognize the Demon named Blade before he introduced himself. Cubix listened to what it had to say and, he was unimpressed. It wasn't anything physical, spiritual, or even by this individual's personality. Cubix just couldn't...Find the ability to become interested. Looking at Blade he, Cubix, looked a bit bewildered. As if he were flipped upside down.

Cubix moved a hand just under his lip as if he were curious, though he wasn't. He wasn't in the slightest. "So this thing is your blade. How, disappointing," Cubix wasn't judging Blade in the way that the leader or Blade probably assumed. Even if Blade were twice as strong as Cubix, twice as big, and had abilities that would completely nullify his own...There was nothing interesting about this individual.

"Something so small is so important? Honestly, it's laughable," Cubix would have said with a smile before putting his own hand to his chest, "I suppose," Looking towards the door, "As long as you don't get in the way I can't really complain. Though, it will be difficult for me to contain my laughter if you continue to speak in that manner," Opening disrespectful to this fellow comrade and he was uncaring of any possible consequences.

"As for the Nature of the potential guard, I cannot determine such refined details with my ability. The world can only say so much about what it cannot hold in it's hand." There was a egotistical smirk on that face of his.

Demon of Conflict. That must be a self proclaimed title. The only thing I see, is a conflicted, conflicting being~, Eyes closed and that smirk growing into a condescending grin, he was obviously thinking insulting thoughts about Blade. Step after step. If he wasn't interrupted, Cubix would walk right through the Demon door with an over satisfied look on his face.

I use demon flash and with a brass thud and ground burning i stand in front of cubix and look into his eyes letting him feel all the years that i have been here and there been a whole lot of them for i am one of the first demons then i flare my demonic reiatsu to let him feel the traces of the countless battles that i have been in then i say in a deadly cold voice that books no ignoring.

"now you young demon watch what you say with your elders and you may have the power but hardly any dealings with true battles with nearly every type of opponent like i have."

Cubix stopped there and sighed, "Power you say?" He would ask, looking over his shoulder at the completely serious Blade. "Even if you came at me with all your ability, I don't see any reason to take you seriously. I have no interest in your small existence, old man," To be honest, Cubix had been a bit surprised by just how old Blade was. However, it wasn't any more of a surprise than to find that a gnat was slamming itself against the television or that it was windy outside on an overcast day.

Cubix compared to Blade. It was like comparing two different brands. Blade was older, more experienced, and one that seemed to carry a sense of duty, honor, and respect. Cubix was young, in a sense, with a mere 200 years of tangible life, inexperienced when it came to combat, and valued this world in an entirely different sense than duty, honor or respect. Cubix lived by the laws of nature, his own interest, and whatever the leader said was necessary. They were very different and hardly comparable. Even if Cubix killed many, it wasn't in a combat situation and, even if it were, he wouldn't care to boast it. How many you swing your sword at or into was such an unimportant detail to Cubix. It was as useful as knowing just how old Blade was.

"I don't care about your want or desire to fight me to prove a point. You don't interest me in the slightest. As for that Elder comment, you are still young yourself compared to this world. Until you exceed the age of this world, don't go flaunting your insignificant age," There was an even larger cocky smile on that face. Despite being uninterested, he looked like he was enjoying himself. Perhaps it was Blade was attempting to be intimidating or maybe it was simply because everything that came out of Blade's mouth was impossible to take seriously. Either way, Cubix stood there, turned around, his eyes glancing at the damage and the flames occasionally.

Watching the two demon confronting each other I grow increasingly agravated by the act"if you to want to fight then wait until the seal are all broken and we are whole again.let us go to the tower and plan our,raid on this possible keybearer." I then turn and begin to walk to the demon door once again. It opens without me touching the door itselfIf those two continue to bicker and fight. I may have to show them power I think that as I enter the door looking back at the two "are you both going to come?"

what i do after what i heard from jacob i turn and head towards him but not before giving cubix a look that said he better watch what if says to me or he will find out just what i will do then i roll my shoulders to move my sword into a more comfortable spot on my back and i take a step into the door and wait to see what happens.

"Again, I do not want to fight. I don't have any interest in it," Cubix wanted to make that clear. Blade wasn't worth the miniscule effort it would take to summon up the energy to use his own abilities. Cubix couldn't manage getting motivated to even want to fight. There would be no art, no gain, no reward, no satisfaction in tearing Blade to parts and pieces.

However, Cubix was getting motivated over something else. What awaited him on the other side of that door? What incredible event was building up and gaining potential? What would be the result of this oncoming crash of forces? He was almost inclined to sit back and watch instead of participate, just to see what the so called leader was capable of. What his abilities were Cubix didn't have the slightest idea. Even more of an incredible possibility, what if the target could put up a fight? It would be a fantastic show!

"Ho-" Cubix was still unimpressed by Blade. Blade may have thought that Cubix was looking down on him because any possible difference in power, either at Cubix's advantage or Blade's, but it wasn't that at all. He just was the sort of character that Cubix couldn't be interested in. Blade was a steak. A steak that was undercooked. Cubix would be the last to head to the door, offering a quick glance back at his lovely factory.

Well, there goes that- He thought, catching up to the others, And here goes this.