Aurelia was the Glory-Goddess, and her nature was not to make beauty but to be it. Worship was not tribute paid to her; it was the element she lived in, as ordinary and total as air is to the rest of us.
The fall to mortality
When she refused the war and fell, she did not lose a title or a temple. She lost the medium of her own existence. A being made to be adored, set down among mortal people who have no particular reason to look at her twice.
The beggar who holds you beneath her
So she wanders the dying world begging to be beheld, and cannot stop holding in contempt the very crowd she needs. She is a goddess relearning, badly, how to be a person, and hating every lesson the world sets her.
Learning to be seen
Her arc is the strangest kind of redemption: not from evil, but from divinity. Whether Aurelia can become more than her hunger, whether being truly seen by one person could ever be worth more than being adored by thousands, is a question she does not yet know she is asking.