The gift from Veles did most amaze Mokosh.

Some souls were beautiful, radiant as beams from the Sun, as light as the air, and as pristine as water from a spring. Memories contained in them brought joy to Mokosh when she touched them, and the feelings flowing from them filled her heart with bliss and warmth.

Yet, there were also other souls, weighed down by an indescribable burden, like a lump in the throat or a thorn in one’s side. Mokosh avoided them, for she sensed their fear, sadness, and anger, all of which did poison thoughts and clog up lungs.

Veles, too, did learn about this difference, and he understood that disturbed souls did suck the life out and replace it with venom. So he did catch those souls and crammed them into shells sewn from the remains of failed creatures. ‘Twas a most horrid sight and horrid, too, were the thoughts of the souls imprisoned in those miscreated shapes. Hence he did call them Horrors, and they were sent to the Surface in order to deal with the humans.