Up ahead of her, she saw a group of men and women harassing an older couple. Cries of "heathen", "heretic", "beast worshiper" and other such denunciations made her frown as she got closer, dagger loosening in its sheath. A rotund priest in ornate robes was getting the crowd worked up into a frenzy as stones and filth was thrown at the elderly people. A sickening crack and glazed look from the woman made Requiem break into a sprint, "ENOUGH!"
It always amazed Requiem how easy it was to cow a mob. Cowards the lot of them, "is this how you show your faith in Illumin? Acting like rabid animals? You're a disgrace to the church."
"These elf-blooded fiends have tainted our land long enough!" The priest screamed, his triple chin bouncing and flouncing all over the place, "By the blessing and decree of The Divine we will cleanse our village and spread the holy light to all corners of our kingdom!"
Requiem grabbed hold of her magic as wisps of shadow started floating off her form. This… this was no different from what she had heard as a child. Rage built up in her as she stepped between the mob and the couple, "You. Dare. Profane. Illumin's. Teachings?" Her voice was deadly soft, "You're not children of His Light. You're cultists." The dagger had left it's sheath, "you had best go back while I'm still feeling merciful."