An 'impersonal god'-well and good. a subjective god of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads-better still. a formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap-best of all. but god himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband-that is quite another matter.
Artemis smiled. "you have done well, my lieutenant. you have made me proud, and all those hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. they will achieve elysium, i am sure." she glared pointedly at hades. he shrugged. "probably." artemis glared at him some more. okay," hades grumbled. "i'll streamline their application process.