Mokosh did feel sorrow for Veles for his lonely and dreary being, as she understood that he craved the light, the warmth, and the love, even though he was destined to ne’er receive them.

She saw his passion and strength, the might of his creation, the things he erected upon the Surface, and the miracles he did fill his Underworld with. Howe’er, she did fear, also, the envy within him, his untamed power, and insatiable desires.

And when she did see the Horrors, the most vile spawn of his grim nature, her fear grew a hundredfold: fear for her and fear for the world, with which she was connected by divine compassion. But what was she to do! She did want to tear the defiled souls asunder, but to commit them to the void would be most vile. For the filth that swelled within them was not their fault, as ‘twas born from the seed of divine envy and passion.

Mokosh was merciful, compassionate, patient, and gracious. Thus, different was the fate she desired to offer to these souls.