O’, how much disdain there was in the Fire’s anointed! And his pride was indescribable.

Judge his words for yourselves:

The biggest cowards of them all are the worshippers of Veles. For they live in constant dread until it does make them deranged! Some even be too scared to dare build huts from the fallen branches so as to not anger the Underworld One, and they eat only what they find on the ground. Nor do they do speak much to become more like Veles’s beasties: and for the same reason, they only wear raw hides.

In their madness – and they do call us the madmen! – they fornicate with the Horrors! Their women, therefore, offered as sacrifice, return with child. And then they do give birth to foul crossbreeds called Monsters. They are as detestable as they are useless, but Svarog promised Veles not to slay them.

Oh! How Veles must rejoice over the defilement of Praboh’s creations! He does keep his distance from of us, howe’er, since we are the wielders of the Fire: the makers of Svarog.