AN: After I wrote the Second Chapter I was suddenly on the receiving end of a massive Migraine that i hoped would go away after sleeping it off. It didn't and instead i suffered the migraine, fever, chills, full body ache, and pain that left me out for the day. The next day I have mostly recovered and decided to post the third chapter. I did and went to go eat, coming back maybe half an hour later to find that my WI-FI stopped working. I feel like someone's trying to send me a message. Lets see what happens after I post this.
To fully grasp the true magnitude of what I witnessed upon my arrival to Israel after my business in the Grecian lands, some things must be known. It's little secret that Big G has a hoarding problem, what with him going across every pantheon and taking their stuff for his own toys. Everyone knew this, even if they weren't happy about it. Little known Fact about my Edgy Elder Brother? He inherited this trait. While Big G was going around grabbing famous monsters or unique artifacts to make shiny super weapons with, Lucy decided to do the same except he then proceeded to infuse his kids with his stuff, creating the Pillar Devils Bloodlines. It was a hilarious thirty years watching him try and capture a phoenix, or watch in awe as his dumbass actually went to India to steal some of Shiva's artifacts. If not for Literal Fate (Aka Indra) letting him get away with that bullshit the whole story of the Bible would be wildly different.
The point I'm trying to make with all this? Lucy spent a long time and put in a lot of effort in making his 72 Pillars. And God casually made a ring that allowed Solomon to usurp control of them all. Watching Solomon summon all 72 Pillar Lords and orders them to construct The Temple of Jerusalem is a sight I wish I could capture for eternity. So I did. The wonders magic can do with a firm understanding of its many rules and restrictions. Making a spell that records images is just child's play for me. Hell, I even managed to get Lucy's face as he teleported outside the city and realized what had happened. I spent the remainder of the time I was in the city, a period of about five years, putting plans in motion and gathering blackmail on the various Pillar Lords as they were put to work. Tellingly, all the Devils I saw constructing the Temple were male, and rumors had spread thought the city of the various exotic beauties that the Israelite King surrounded himself with. Truly, Solomon was the King of Kings.
In thanks to the Greatest King of Israel for the blackmail I now have on various Devil Families I decided to to him a favor, and introduce him to this lovely women named Makeda, also known as the Queen of Sheba. It didn't take that long to find her Kingdom, spread rumors of the Wise and Knowledgeable King of Israel, and enjoy the fact that His chosen King was so enamored with the pleasures of the flesh.
It was even more enjoyable, after his death, I managed to snag myself some fancy bling that someone thoughtlessly tossed into the sea. I left quickly again after that, hoping that The Man Upstairs didn't notice my meddling in either making this whole situation worse or taking of with his stuff .
I headed east this time going to where I hoped that He wouldn't find me until everything calmed down. I ended up in Persia again, having not been here since the whole Tower incident. I set up camp in the outskirts of some small kingdom I didn't bother learning the name of and settled down, watching as over time a small village built itself around me. Years passed by in the blink of an eye, with me constantly changing age or appearance as needed as I laid low from the Divine Wrath that was surely waiting for me. At one point I even got adopted by some farmers when I made myself too young. They were the good sort, trying to be good people and even had a son who was honestly just a good kid.
Then, as it always does, things go wrong. I wasn't sure what set them off, whether it was a careless slip or divine intervention but they somehow caught on to the fact that I wasn't quite like the rest of them. I was fully prepared to escape and simply start over somewhere new when they began calling me by a name I wasn't expecting, Ahriman. When the full implications of what was going on hit I allowed the villagers to do as they planned, and well I'm sure that I don't need to get into all the gory details.
My remaining time in those lands are something that I don't really want to get into, so all you need to know was that I made a Dragon, pissed off a lot of gods, and may be blacklisted from that part of the world for some time.
The things I suffer for power.
AN: So it may be obvious to some where I got some inspiration from, the lack of details are due to my own sparse knowledge of the subject. To clarify why he did it, it's for the same reason he allowed Zeus to chain him up in the first place. He gains something new for each identity he assumes.