Goddess Among Mortals

My name is Astraea, and I forsook humanity many millennia ago.
Why, you may ask?
My story has been erased, relegated to myth.
It's rather difficult to erase a goddess, but you're doing a wonderful job of it, mortal.
My name is Astraea, and I am the goddess of innocence and purity. Or, rather, I was.
I lived with humans once, many eons ago. One of the last of my pantheon to, infact.
It was ironically, the humans that caused me to leave in the first place. The Iron age, as they call it now. I had to leave, because any who you mortals deemed unnatural would be killed in brutal ways. I never wanted to see what you would do to a goddess, so I fled. I fled to the heavens, the stars that illuminate your night sky, the stars young children wish upon for miracles. Asteria, goddess of the stars, welcomed me into her abode with doors wide open and a brass fanfare.
In fact, you may even know what I have been named now.
Virgo.
I became a mere image, still living and breathing, but now merely overseeing the whims of humanity. Of famine, of drought, of warfare, of progress. My image now adorns places such as courthouses, the vary places that would once have had me killed had I revealed my Immortality , my family, even my vary name.
But now, I must return.
I must descend from the sky and walk amongst mortals once more.
For I will not allow Zeus to do as he does for any longer.
For mercies' sake, can the man not learn to stop cheating on his wife?