Nightfall – The Small God of World Domination

[image description: A stylized 50’s style illustration of a black cat with huge golden eyes sitting atop the world in a bubble-helmet. Teeny flying saucers float in the starry purple space background. Text reads, “133, Nightfall ~ The Small God of World Domination”]

We’re not sure what the cats were thinking when they domesticated humans.  Oh, sure, primates are useful, with their clever little primate hands that can do useful primate things, like building warm houses to keep the rain out, and making factories to produce cat toys, and opening cans of tuna.  Tuna.  That alone justifies keeping at least half the species around.

The other half, though…cat-kickers.  Dog-lovers.  All-around bastards who don’t think anything of tying their own children in a sack and throwing them in the river, much less ours.  So why do we have them?  Couldn’t our ancestors have done a better job of cultivating their servant species?  You’d think they would have tried harder to make a better future for us.  You’d think they would have cared.

At least our gods are amazing.  Perfect in every conceivable way, really.  Sleek of fur and swift of claw and sharp and bright of eye.  They’ll stalk and kill the gods of the lesser, until the heavens belong entirely to them.  The hells, too.  Anything you can imagine, they’ll have it for their own, and they’ll share it with us, for we have been faithful, for we are forever beloved.

And the greatest of them all is Nightfall, in whose shining green eyes is reflected the future, in whose sleek black sides we can see our absolute dominion over all.  She will guide us to the promised land of catnip and chicken, where every lap is open and every hand is kind.

Oh, oh, you dear sweet kitten.  We told you she was the small god of world domination.

We never said that it was going to be this one.

Let the poor, half-domesticated humans keep the world they’ve spoilt.  We’ll have a better one for our own, and we’ll never look back again.

Meow.


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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Miss Purrfect – Small God of Animal Sarcasm

Last week you met the Small God of Animal Magnetism, now meet the Small God of Animal Sarcasm.

If you’ve met a cat, you’ve met her.  They are her creatures if not her creations, and she moves through them.  It’s no mystery that she appears in their form when she deigns to appear at all; it’s more of a mystery that she doesn’t appear more frequently, popping into being long enough to throw up in the shoes of all who displease her, shred their upholstery, and get white fur on all their black clothes.

Although any goth can tell you, she does that more often than you’d think.

Miss Purrfect can do no wrong in either her own eyes or the eyes of her beloved feline faithful.  She is a rare god in that she doesn’t care whether or not humans believe in her; our belief is inconsequential when compared to the eternal worship of her smug, sincere, sarcastic felines.

Honestly, we should all be so lucky.


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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Obsidious – Small God of Occluding Cats

[image description: An elegant black cat with a long tail sits in profile on a block of black marble, blocking the view of Assless Chaps behind them. Text reads, “55, Obsidious ~ The Small God of Occluding Cats”]

The cat is in the way.

This is a basic fact of the universe, simple and immutable.  The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the cat is in the way.  The world is spinning, the atomic structure of the universe is decaying, the cat is the way.  The faithful pray, the apostate condemn, and the cat is in the way.

How is the cat always, inevitably, unavoidably, in the way?  When did we get a cat, anyway?  How did that cat get in here?  Hey, is anyone willing to take responsibility for this cat?  Can someone tell me whose cat this is?

No.

No, no one can tell you whose cat this is.  No, no one is going to take responsibility for that cat.  No, no one let the cat in, and the cat is in the way because it is the nature of cats to be in the way.  If the cat were not in the way, something much more terrible than the cat might rise in its absence.  The cat occupies space to ensure that the space is occupied, because the space will be occupied, whether it is by the cat or by something far more terrible.  The cat is doing you a favor.  Do not count the cat’s eyes.  The cat’s eyes are none of your concern.  The cat can see you.  Isn’t that enough?

Isn’t it enough that the cat is being generous enough to protect you from the terrible thing that would be looking at you with some uncounted number of eyes if the cat were not there?  Isn’t it enough that the cat is soft, and the cat is purring, and the cat is in the way?

Isn’t it enough?

Let it be enough.

The cat loves you.  The cat will love you even into the void.  The cat will forgive you for your frailties, and the cat is in the way.

The cat is always in the way.


Artist Lee Moyer (The Doom That Came to Atlantic City, Starstruck) 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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