Ultra Violet ~ The Small God of Invisible Labor

[image description: A vexed-looking violet-colored woman wears a costume featuring black shoulders and red lightning-bolt V over a violet top with black shoulders. She nervously bites her red thumbnail. The city above and behind her is visible through her transparent midsection.  Text reads, “139, Ultra Violet ~ The Small God of Invisible Labor”]

Those who take the most benefit from her presence, and from the presence of her faithful, are the least likely to admit that she exists.  They take for granted all the little ways in which her followers make their lives better, and resent or ignore the big ones.  How dare anyone imply that they can’t take care of themselves, even when they don’t.  How dare anyone act as if they move through life on an easier difficulty level than the people around them, even though they do.

How dare.

Violet is always there, watching, silent and withdrawn, doing her best to make the world as easy as she possibly can, because she doesn’t know any other way to be.  She has benefitting others at the expense of herself ground into her very being, driven deep by centuries of silent worship and casual assumptions.  She does the best she can.  She does so much more than she will ever understand.  Without her, the heavens would collapse under their own unfinished tasks, the empires of man would crumble due to conversations unfinished and problems unconfronted.

The tears of her faithful are the grease in the cogs of the universe, and it isn’t fair, and it isn’t right, but it is as it is, ever and always.

Or perhaps not.

There are those who say that Violet’s rage has been growing.  That she has been recognizing and acknowledging the unfairness of her portfolio, and the mistreatment of her faithful.

There are those who say that revolution is coming, and that what it destroys was corrupt from the beginning, and deserves the coming fall.

Perhaps they are right.  Perhaps this long and silent service is finally coming to an end.

Perhaps not.

Violet isn’t saying.


Artist Lee Moyer (13th Age, Cursed Court) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.

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