When You’re a Winter Spirit/God Who Was Just Trying to Bring Jolly Presents to Children but Suddenly You Got Weakened By Some Assassin Stealing Millions of Teeth and You Had to Turn Into a Giant Pig Because That was Your Earlier Incarnation and Then You Got Killed by Dogs That Were Really Spectral Beings Who Audit Reality but You’re Alive Again Because a Skeleton’s Granddaughter Stopped the Tooth Spell and Bound Your Wounds and NOW They Still Expect You to RAISE THE SUN:
this is a religion, you can't just say "well I made it up" and have that be true. you wanna know why there are 'many versions'? because the Romans killed and enslaved the Greeks before stealing their religion and bastardizing to fit their fucked up moral code. you can do whatever you want but at least admit that you're just fucking around with the mythos instead of acting like your version is just as valid as the actual beliefs people died for.