After Tiek’s defeat

Tiek had lost. Allaster had ripped his demon half from him. He was just a god now. He lay defeated on the ground, staring into space, trying to come to grips with his new existence. He was trickster demon since birth, now he was just a trickster god. He had no idea what that meant, expect for not being a completely selfish being. But that’s all he had been. Everything that he wanted was tied to becoming the king of tricksters, to make himself the new master of reality.
Tiek sat up. Time had been stopped around him for a while now. He could see the corpses of his fellow or what were his fellow demons mangled all around him. Others were trying to make their way to him. He could see that many of his former brethren wanted him dead. No that wasn’t quite right, it was something else they wanted with a passion. Then he remembered the swirling black that he had been staring at. He could no longer hold the title of a “Sin”, the power swirled above him. It was waiting for a worthy bearer, Malthael’s power dictated it. Tiek could see the power for what it was now. It gave strength to its weilder but required absolute loyalty in exchange. A deal in short. A deal that apparently had a loophole, Malthael never imagined that a “Sin” could be have its soul reaped and continue to exist afterwards. Tiek could no longer feel even a sliver of demonic mana, malice his godly instincts told him, inside him.
Tiek stood up. Tiek reached up and plunged his hand in the malice. Nothing. Tiek could feel the power pulse around his hand. It felt foreign to him now, the power was rejecting him. Tiek removed and stared at his hand, the malice came off in globs drifting upwards back into the swirling mass. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, glancing around at the frozen demons clamoring towards the power. None of them were even remotely strong enough to handle this power. Most of them were still animalistic, barely walking on two legs, the malice would rip them to shreds. They were just fodder to be consumed by the “Sin” and make it grow just slightly stronger. Tiek knew this, hell he had been there when this “Sin” was born. It is the sin of vanity, Tiek the trickster demon’s sin. He had nurtured this sin since Malthael bestowed it upon him. Up until Theon had appeared, Tiek was to be the next deadly sin, one of Malthael’s generals. He had been angry, he could warp the very fabric of reality to his will, how could Theon be chosen over him. He had gone to earth to gain more power, tricked the humans into believing him to be a god so he could ascend and gain more power. He had succeeded in what was thought to be impossible, but Malthael saw him as an impurity of demon kind and cast him out of hell. Tiek had worked hard to build up his army of castaways, hundreds of demons that hated hell and Malthael, some angels that detested Micheal’s rule, even a number of Fairies, Satyrs, Centaurs, minotaurs, and other assorted Fae. But now...
Tiek reached up with both arms this time. His eyes pulsed gold, reality bent to his will, golden aura surrounded him and the malice. It fought against his power, but Tiek was once its master and knew how to make kneel. The ground beneath tiek began to shake, warping reality was one thing and what tiek was doing could only be described as disrupting the natural order. The malice was being condensed down and changed from pure mana into a physical form. Mana prefers to latch onto material things, it does not become material. Tiek was making the impossible possible once again, where he was getting the strength to do so he had no idea. Power surged around him, the frozen in place demons where being pushed farther away, the earth was cracking beneath him, lighting flashed and thunder boomed in the air above, the malice lashed out in tendrils snapping in the air, his skin and flesh was being torn from his body, bits of his skeleton exposed, bone splintering away, he could even feel his spiritual body being ripped to shreds. It was equally as painful as having his demon soul reaped from him.
Suddenly everything stopped. The malice formed instantly into a beaded necklace and Tiek stood holding it. It felt wrong. There was no way the universe just decided to let Tiek have its way with it, Tiek knew better than that. Then something else occurred to him, time had been stopped here for far too long. Normally reality would be fighting back trying to make time slip forward again. But Tiek felt no such pull from reality. Tiek extended his marble of control, sensing for the source of any irregularities. Nothing. Nothing never meant nothing in Tiek’s long life. He dropped into a defensive stance. With reality under his current control, for something to escape his senses meant that whatever this was was beyond Tiek’s ability to manipulate. “Just because I can’t sense you doesn’t mean I don’t know you are there. Show yourself.” Tiek let this thing know he was onto its games. His eyes darted back and forth, expecting an attack. He began bending reality in the area around himself, necklace still in hand. A beat passed, the area was calm and quiet. Another beat passed, Tiek was surveying the crater he was in devising escape routes. And another, Tiek was planing distraction maneuvers. A fire blast over there, a sound cage over there, tangling vines over there. He heard it then. It stopped his thoughts. It started soft and low. It radiated from everywhere around Tiek.
“Hehehe”
Laughter. It had Tiek frozen in place. Wether from fear or by the laughters power, it was beyond Tiek.
“Hahahaha” it had grown louder and louder. Clapping had started. Tiek felt an enormous pressure bear down on him from behind him. He spun around as quickly as his body allowed. A figure shimmered into Tiek’s line of sight. It was laying in the air like it belonged there.
“Who are you?” Tiek mustered the courage to ask. His knees where about to give out. This just caused the being in front of tiek to burst into another fit of laughter. The clapping had stopped as the being clutched its sides. It’s figure had yet to fully solidify, it was humanoid, it had a golden halo with protrusions that looked similar to artist interpretations of the sun, but the rest of its body was still a cosmic black and white. Tiek used his power to anchor himself in place.
The figure finally solidified into a man with sun kissed curls and bright blue eyes