The goddess whom walks upon the Earth will appear as a brave and kind good woman. It is by her actions, by the accumulation of goodness her deeds bring that mankind shall see her true identity.
The goddess heard her calling from the time she mastered language, it was there everywhere she went, written in words and coincidences synchronised for her eyes only. It had to happen this way, for in a world where the vices are in ascendance, a goddess is the most vulnerable thing a person can be. Yet she had made her choice upon Olympus in times her new human brain could not recall, to come and be a part of the last battle for Earth and all creation. She was gallantry and love bespoke, woven by the creators own hand. Yet for all this all she would ever have are the same abilities that come with any mortal birth.
A goddess is woven into the fabric of nature, for she was there at the birth of creation, one of the original tools of the divine force, and this existence is her safety and her danger. If Earth falls into non-divine hands, she is the backdoor to the code, the way our maker can end our reality. Yet her purpose is to save it, to make it loving and good. Her fate is the fate of all of this reality, not only of Earth, yet all this universe. And so our intergalactic neighbours have a vested interest in the outcome of this planet and they standby ready to assist the work of love.
There is one creator God, yet we other gods and goddesses are woven into the divine in such a way that we are one. If we could be separated and still live, then evil would find a way, and nothing is worth an eternity in hell. And so, call us angels, call us gods, call us friends from beyond your reality, just call upon heaven when you have need rather than seeking cold riches for the self. We promise to do all we can.