What have I done!

*** Heya folks, just popped in to see if you are liking it so far. Pretty interesting stuff, right?

Now, before we proceed further, I wanted to explain some stuff which should help with understanding the future plot.

First, this isn't one of the regular DC earths. I plan to to pick specific plots, and character versions and merge them in a linear fashion to make it interesting. Just like I picked the tv show version for Lucifer rather than comic version.

I also want to merge CW stuff into DC, but not all of it. Some of the animated versions will also be merged, like crisis on infinite arc, crime syndicate arc etc.

As for Heroic Spirits, I don't plan to add to many non -fate characters. There are 11 spirits in total, so more than half would be from Nasuverse.

I originally introduced Kratos as there would be the Magus society included into DC, so there are plenty of elements from Nasuverse already. But it DC/Fate afterall.

It's long timeline, so there's plenty of time to fit those in. Sometimes Edward will monologue or chat with the heroic spirits, which will be showed under [ ....] This format.

And about the harem stuff, I'm genuinely confused. I have read so many DC fics, and most of the heroines have been overused to the point I can guess who's the female lead before starting the story. So I'll have to be a bit creative about it.

Now without further bs, Enjoy! "

*****

The sun was dipping low on the horizon when Edward finally stirred again. The brief but meaningful conversation with Lucifer had left a lingering hum in his mind—like the tail end of a piano note echoing through a grand hall.

That devil was as charming as he was enigmatic, his words soaked in charisma and hidden truths.

Edward had rested, healed, and let the last remnants of battle-wrought pain fade into the earth beneath him.

Now it was time to move again.

With a sigh, Edward stood, brushing dust from his clothes. He raised his hand, and with a pulse of golden light, Vimana descended from the portal. It's intricate frame glowing , humming softly like the breath of a celestial engine. The ancient plane slowed just above the ground before lowering with regal grace.

Edward leapt aboard in a single motion, and the ship ascended once more, slicing through the clouds like a spear of light.

Beneath him stretched the Aegean Sea, sparkling with the brilliance of late afternoon sun. The world looked almost serene from up here—blue waves dancing, gentle winds teasing the sails of tiny fishing boats, islands dotting the sea like emeralds.

But serenity never lasted.

As he soared over a remote island, Edward's eyes narrowed. Smoke. Screams. Movement.

A shape in the sky, with eagle wings and lions body, screeching like a thousand dying animals.

A griffin, savage and primal, swooped through the air. Its claws caught a woman trying to flee, lifting her effortlessly as villagers below scattered in terror.

Edward's jaw tensed. He didn't hesitate.

"Gate of Babylon," he whispered, almost bored.

The golden portal bloomed open beside him with a celestial hum. A moment later, a divine sword, its edge carved from the breath of gods, launched forward with terrifying speed.

Like a divine missile, it screamed through the sky and pierced through the griffin, the beast's cry cut short as it spiraled downward and crashed into the rocky hills below, dead before it touched the earth.

Silence fell.

The villagers stared up, awestruck. The strange golden ship hovered like a throne of heaven. And atop it stood a figure that might as well have been a god—regal, calm, and wielding power they couldn't comprehend.

They fell to their knees.

"Thank you, great one!" someone cried.

"Praise to the gods!"

"Our savior!"

Edward's eyes flared with quiet anger. Of course, they think it's divine intervention.

"I am no god," he said, his voice loud and clear, carried by the wind. "I am a human, just like each of you."

The crowd hesitated, confused.

"You kneel and thank the very gods who send monsters to torment you," Edward said, stepping forward on the edge of the Vimana's prow, looking down at them. "You offer prayers to those who treat you like cattle, who bring war and terror, who feed on your faith like parasites."

A murmur of unease spread through the villagers.

"Open your eyes!" Edward shouted. "The strength of the gods comes from you. Your belief sustains them. They should be the ones on their knees—begging for your mercy."

An elderly man stepped forward—his robes frayed, but his bearing proud. His white beard flowed down his chest, and his eyes were sharp despite age.

"I am Antecleus," he said. "Village chief. May I ask your name, traveler?"

"Edward," he replied flatly, arms crossed.

"You saved our lives despite your rash words. Come, at least share a meal with us—"

"I can't stay here ," Edward cut in. "Your 'gods' are banding together against me. I've already killed four of them. I don't want you to die when they come for me."

The moment those words left his mouth, a ripple of horror passed through the villagers.

Gasps. Cries. Prayers whispered in panic.

"He's a heretic!"

"Blasphemer!"

"A killer of gods!"

"What should we do! He saved us still."

" If we associate with him, the gods will punish us too!"

Edward rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "If I turned on my Charisma skills to max right now, you'd be kissing my damn feet. Ungrateful bastards. What else should I have expected from these guys." He shook his head with a sigh.

Just as he turned to leave, a small, clear voice pierced the noise.

"You're all being ungrateful! "

A girl, no older than eight, stepped forward from the crowd. She had messy black hair, bright defiant eyes, and a clenched fist.

"This big brother saved our lives!" she yelled. "And you're yelling at him like he's the bad guy?"

The villagers stared with guilt. Some hung their heads.

"I'll share my food with him!" she declared proudly, lifting a small basket of dates and olives. "He's a hero! He saved our lives."

Edward stared, stunned for just a moment.

Then he smiled.

He stepped down from Vimana, landing softly before her, and crouched down to her level. The divine wind swirling around him faded, and he looked, just for a moment, entirely human.

"Thank you, little one," he said gently. "I don't mind their fear or disgust. I've seen the worst of humanity. This? This is nothing."

She looked up at him with wonder.

Edward patted her head. "But people like you? You give me hope. People like you, brave and kind, show me that humanity might be worth saving. That I'm not a fool for trying."

Her cheeks flushed red. "Do you think… I could be strong like you someday?"

He smiled wider. "Of course you can. You might even become stronger than me."

"Really?!"

"But remember this," he said, his tone soft but serious. "Don't just chase strength. Be humble. Be kind. Share your happiness and master your emotions. That's what makes true strength."

She nodded earnestly, beaming. " What's your name , handsome big brother?"

Edward chuckled as he replied, " My name is Edward. What's your name, brave Little girl?"

She pouted , " I'm not little! My name is Eska."

Edward patted her head and and stood up, prepared to leave.

Slowly, some villagers lowered their heads. Others murmured apologies. The tide was turning.

Chief Antecleus stepped forward again and bowed deeply. "Whether god, human, or something else… you saved our lives. We owe you gratitude, not fear. Please, allow us to offer a feast in your honor."

Edward hesitated.

"I don't eat with people who hate me, specially if I've slayed their patron gods." he said flatly.

"We don't hate you kind stranger," Antecleus replied. "We just… didn't understand. We are just weak humans, depending on the divine to provide for us."

He looked around. The villagers' eyes were apologetic, ashamed even. And the little girl, her smile still bright, clutched his hand hopefully.

Edward sighed.

"…Fine," he said. "But only because of her."

Cheers erupted. Preparations began immediately. Fires were lit, bread baked, wine uncorked. As the stars emerged above, the island became a place of warmth, music, and the smell of roasting lamb.

Edward sat at the center, the little girl beside him, listening to stories, watching as humans for once, celebrated without fear of divine retribution.

It was a brief peace. A small kindness. But it mattered.

****

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the coastal sky turned golden with streaks of rose and violet stretching over the Aegean Sea.

The villagers bustled around, setting long wooden tables, hanging torches, and preparing roasted meat and honeyed wine in Edward's honor.

Despite their humble means, they were determined to show their gratitude to the mysterious warrior who had descended from the skies and slain the monstrous griffin like it was nothing more than a fly.

Edward, however, kept mostly to himself.

He sat on a stone bench near one of the fire pits, eating quietly. While children laughed and danced to the tunes of old flutes, and the older men shared stories of ancient times, Edward remained distant, his gaze drifting to the flames and then to the stars above.

He didn't dislike people. He just didn't know how to be around them anymore.

Several villagers—young women and even a few bold young men—tried to strike up conversation. One even brought him a handmade flower crown, awkwardly placing it on his head with a flushed smile before scampering away.

Edward managed a polite chuckle, returning it gently. But he declined each advance with the same distant charm. Not rude. Just detached

.

The wine wasn't great—sour and thin—but it was drinkable. He poured himself another cup, eyes scanning the villagers' joy. Yet he couldn't shake the unease from his gut.

That's when she appeared.

A woman. No, not just a woman, the woman. She stood tall, mature, confident, moving with a grace that belonged on marble pedestals.

Her golden hair shimmered in the firelight, cascading over her shoulders like silk. Her white robes clung to her curvaceous form, cut low at the neck and slit high at the thigh. She carried a small flask and a knowing smile as she approached.

Edward blinked. His instincts screamed at him.

Danger.

But his brain short-circuited anyway.

"May I sit with the hero?" she asked in a light tone, her voice smooth as honey. "You seem lost in solitude . Perhaps this wine will be more to your liking? It's much better in quality."

He stood up almost immediately. "Ah, I've already drunk my share, my lady. I should be on my way."

But she stepped closer, looping her arm through his, her soft curves pressing against him with intention. "Does the hero find my presence displeasing?" she asked, her voice tinged with something like sadness. "I won't force you to endure it if you dislike it." She sighed.

Edward froze.

Oh no.

No one told him his trials in this world included seductive older women with tragic voices, and cleavage that could silence a battlefield. His brain screamed run, but his mouth and legs betrayed him.

Edward didn't know what to do. His previous virgin life hadn't prepared him for this. Specially when a gorgeous Milf tries to seduce you.

So, He sat back down.

She smiled knowingly and poured the wine. "I'm called Cassia," she said, offering him a cup.

" A beautiful name." Edward replied and accepted it, but didn't drink until he saw her take a sip. It never hurts to be safe.

He narrowed his eyes. "I don't recall seeing you earlier today."

Cassia giggled, the sound soft and enchanting. "Is the mighty hero interested in an old lady like me?"

He answered too quickly. "Please. You look more radiant than half the women in Greece. You don't even look a day over twenty."

She laughed and touched his arm playfully. "Oh stop, you'll make me blush. You've already met my daughter, Eska. She was the little one who defended you earlier."

Edward blinked. "Wait, you're Eska's mother?"

Cassia leaned in with a wink. "Surprised I have daughter that old?"

He coughed. "She didn't mention she had such a beautiful mother."

"Oh dear," she laughed again, this time covering her mouth. "You're going to make me blush. Quite the smooth talker aren't you?"

Edward's brain short-circuited again. His passive skill Mask of Fake Smile: A-Rank was working overtime as Panic simmered behind the polite exterior.

[Okay Edward . Deep breaths. So far you haven't embarrassed yourself. Somehow this woman is interested in you despite no passive buff. Either it's your good deeds getting rewarded… or it's divine prank-level luck. Either way, play it cool, Edward.

Wait, but what if she like one of those ladies who flirts casually. Maybe she's just being nice for saving their island. It would be bad if she was being nice and I took it the wrong way.

But should I? I mean it's nothing permanent, right? I, who has been thrown into this world and have been dealing with mess after mess, deserve to let go and have fun for once , right? It's nothing criminal, just 2 adults doing adult stuff... cough. Sorry little Eska, my resolve is wavering.]

Cassia poured more wine. Her silver bracelet shimmered under the firelight. Edward took a sip but noticed something was off.

Strange. I'm getting drunk way too fast.

He casually asked, " Lady Cassia, slow down. Are you trying to get me drunk or something? "

Cassia leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Maybe I want to get both of us drunk. I may not find the courage otherwise."

Edward coughed again." Umm... For what?"

Before he could speak, Cassia kissed him—soft at first, then deep and possessive. Her lips were warm, tasting of honey and wine.

Edward froze for a second… then fumbled to respond, his first kiss unfolding awkwardly but eagerly. She pressed further, her tongue slipping past his lips with practiced ease.

[Holy shit. My First kiss. Twenty years and one reincarnation later—finally! Score!

But wait. What do I do now?

Screams Internally.

Do I ask to sleep with her? Does the kiss mean consent? Wait, she doesn't have a husband right? Fuck it, I'll just switch on my passive charms, that should cover the awkwardness. It's not cheating , just using my advantages.]

He was about to ask the gods for instructions before remembering, oh wait, he was murdering them currently.

Cassia pulled away slightly, her breath warm against his face. Her hands gently stroked his face as she started into his eyes with smile. "You're so gentle and beautiful… not at all like a fierce warrior capable of killing monsters and gods should be like. "

Edward, emboldened, slid a hand to her waist and lifted her onto his lap. Her eyes widened a bit, then she giggled and rubbed against him.

"Someone's getting rather excited," she teased, voice husky. "Does my body please the hero? I may not have the charm from my younger days, but I hope you still find me beautiful." she looked expectantly.

"You're… very beautiful," Edward said honestly. "But Cassia , you should know, I can't stay here. I have things to do. Also , I'm being hunted. There are gods chasing me. I don't want to risk...."

Cassia silenced him with another kiss, hungrier this time. Her hands explored his chest, and some villagers walking by gave teasing whistles. She smiled slyly, breathless and rested her head on his chest.

"I'm not asking you to marry me and stay forever here, Edward, as tempting as that would be. I Just wish for one night… a night with someone strong, kind, and attractive. My husband passed away years ago. And today I almost lost my daughter. Let me feel like a woman who can feel happiness. Unless… you don't want me?"

Edward swallowed hard.

Okay. Think this through.

She's gorgeous. Mature. Interested. And she made the move first.

[This is it. The Final Boss of Virginity.]

He stared into her eyes. No hesitation. No trickery. Just longing.

He grinned awkwardly. "You know… you're making it really hard to be noble."

Cassia's fingers danced along his jaw. "Then don't be."

His internal monologue screamed victory. 

[Yes! Let's fucking go! You've survived death, war, gods, and monsters. You only live once.... Scratch that, you only lose your virginity once! Even Hyppolyta didn't give you a kiss!

You deserve this. You earned this!]

He gently cupped her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss. After their lips parted, she got up and extended her arm while blushing, " My daughter is staying with my mother. So we can stay at my house tonight. "

Edward didn't need to be said twice. He got up and followed the mature woman who walked ahead with a sway on her hips.

And just like that… the night truly began.

****

The birds sang peacefully , the sun shining brightly. It was a wonderful morning in ancient greece. Everything should be cam and quiet.

But Edward wasn't having a good morning.

He sat on the bed, half naked , clutching his head in despair , staring at the culprit who was made to sit in a dogeza position in front of him. She didn't have any clothes on, but he was in no mood to appreciate the scenery.

Only one thought was going through Edward's mind in that moment.

What have I done!

****

An hour ago.

The Morning sunlight spilled into the room, warm and golden, slipping through the cracks in the wooden shutters and casting shifting patterns across the stone floor. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, and the faint scent of salt and lavender lingered in the air.

Edward stirred awake with a groan, blinking against the brightness. His head pounded with the dull throb of a hangover. He tried to sit up, only for a dull ache in his back—and something soft and warm pressing against his chest—to remind him he wasn't alone.

As the fog in his head cleared, a strange mix of pride and confusion set in.

"Did I... finally... lose my virginity?"

A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He ran a hand over his face, still groggy. "I mean, it happened, right? With Cassia, that beautiful mature woman. Damn." He smiled to himself for a second, then paused.

Wait.

Why couldn't he remember? Everything after entering the hut was hazy. There were glimpses—a bed, laughter, passion, some wild moves, but it was all fragmented. He shook his head.

And then he froze.

Someone was still lying on top of him. Naked.

He looked down, his heart now racing in panic. The woman's golden hair spilled across his chest in soft waves, her arm draped across his body. Her skin shimmered subtly in the light. Her full figure rested peacefully against him, her bare body warm and soft as if sculpted from divine silk.

Wait.....This… wasn't Cassia.

Edward's blood turned cold.

"What the hell…? That's not her! This woman—no—this presence, it's too overwhelming. This is… a goddess!"

He tried to breathe, but his chest tightened.

"How the fuck did I go from god-slayer to goddess-layer?!"

Just as he tried to move, his left hand realized it was… gripping something. Something soft.

A light, breathy moan escaped the woman's lips.

"Mmmhh~ Ahn…"

Oh no.

Edward stared at his hand. It was buried into the plush flesh of her enticing ass, which was just as heavenly as the rest of her. He panicked, trying to move it, but it was as if his fingers refused to obey. He had to summon every ounce of mental strength not to squeeze again out of instinct.

"Come on Edward, focus! You're not a horny teen anymore… okay, maybe a little. BUT GET IT TOGETHER!"

With sheer force of will, he peeled his hand away like it was fused to her skin. He carefully tried to slide out from under her, but the goddess stirred and clung tighter, wrapping her leg around his and sighing softly into his chest.

He winced.

"Of course she's a clingy sleeper."

Left with no other option, he decided to wake her. Carefully. Tactfully. Respectfully.

He reached toward her shoulder, but somehow… his hand landed somewhere else.

Poke.

Poke.

Boing.

Her breasts bounced slightly from the light pressure, showing an almost comical elasticity that made Edward freeze in shock.

"I'm such a horny idiot."

The woman stirred slowly. "Ugh… Is it morning already?" Her voice was husky with sleep, sensual even in drowsiness. She sat up halfway, blinking blearily. "Wait… where am I? Where's my beloved!" Her eyes scanned the room, then landed on Edward. Her smile returned instantly.

"Ah, there you are, beloved."

She beamed like the sun itself, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his before he could react. "It fills me with joy to see your beautiful face again. I can still feel your warmth inside me…"

Edward's soul nearly left his body.

What The Actual Fuck.

He grabbed her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away. "W-Wait, timeout. What the hell is going on?"

She blinked in confusion.

Edward took a deep breath and stared into her eyes. "Who are you? Why is a naked goddess lying on top of me? Why are you calling me 'beloved'? What in the hell is happening here?!"

For a moment, the goddess looked wounded, like he had struck her. She sat up more fully now, her hair cascading down her bare back like liquid gold. She made no real effort to hide the rest of her radiant body.

"I… I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice tinged with genuine regret. "It's all my fault. I should have explained things. Please hear me out"

Edward narrowed his eyes. "Then explain. Now. Before I lose my shit."

****

Alright... just hear me out guys.... who am I kidding! I got nothing!

Let's just call it for the sake of character development and move on. 😏