The realm of Cyrus' dreams were so vastly different from those of the demon who sought now to infiltrate his heart. Despite their horrors, he allowed them to play within his mind for now, content to see just what this vile creature intended for him. Perhaps it was simply her subhuman manner of interacting with him, though he knew this would not be the case. He spoke calmly, his deep baritone echoing with the authority of his power, his position, and above all, his simple conviction.
"It is not a matter of Quincy and Demons. It is a matter of Demons and all those from outside your pestilent realm."
The divine Quincy's voice was every bit as even as Algos', his gaze upon this nightmare wholly unfazed. Any emotion he might have felt, any horror or anger, was simply swallowed up by the divine core which defined his existence.
"On the contrary, demon. We are a rare breed because the role we play should never be one allowed to overstep its bounds. Destruction of souls and powers which no longer have a place in the cycle, that is what the Quincy are meant to do in this realm. Unlike yourselves, mere outsiders, we are a part of this world."
The whole of this dream realm pulsed once with the divine power of the Soul King's fragment, a simple gesture certainly enough to cull the visions of this faint sliver of the demon's influence. He was tired of them, and would allow their presence no more.
"'Suffer for my sins?' That you use such falsely meaningful words tells me nothing more than that you lack context or knowledge of the world you are apparently so attached to. That you have no concept of the life I live, nor the realm I inhabit. My 'sins' are nothing more than preventing you from treating the Earth as your childish sandbox, and I would do it again without hesitation. Let me make myself quite clear to you, pest; the lives of demons, as with all lives, matter only to me when they are the good people of Earth. If those lives are in danger, then I would surely take any action for their sake with no hesitation. But for those such as yourself, so seem only to hold your self-important delusions of racial superiority as gospel truth, I have not an ounce of sympathy. You and your realm could be annihilated to the very last atom, and I would not bat an eye."