Praboh did become agitated and bewildered from all His woe, anger, and fear, and His power vibrated in the shivering air. And dark clouds did billow low in the sky, gliding o’er the Earth and scaring each animal, one and all.

A great storm did break out, that did crack with flashes of divine power and shed divine tears, and the winds did rage between the forests and once again did stir waves and river currents. The Skies did thunder! Cursing, calling, despairing, and taking oaths. And then, from between all the lightning and thunder, from the great ferocity, bravery, and righteousness: Perun was born! And he was the divine Avenger and the enemy of all Praboh’s enemies.

The pillars of the Skies and Earth trembled, for Perun’s power extended high o’er the clouds and far down to solid ground. The animals did flee before him, and the sturdiest of trees did also bow down to him. Fiery was the Lord of Thunder and ever sure of himself.

Thus, since there were only three other gods in the world – Praboh of The Skies, Mokosh of the Water, and Veles of the Earth – Perun turned his vengeful eye upon the Lord of the Underworld and hurled an accusation as if hurling the first bolt of lightning.