King Across All Realms.
"Hell is too nice of a place for scum like you!" Sol smiled warmly at the man, and a second later he disappeared from sight, but before he did there was a flash of golden light and a foreboding feeling, as if all the mana in the atmosphere had been sucked into a vortex.
"What was that?"
"An artifact." Sol turned to Grecia, holding out his palm and revealing a small golden tesseract humming with mana. "It is called the Nightmare Prism; it brings bad people to a place where they are cursed with immortality and subjected to unspeakable horrors, unending and unforgiving." Sol explained.
"He will spend the rest of eternity unable to escape, unable to lose his sanity, tortured by whatever he fears the most with no means of fighting back all while his pain and perception grow stronger, it is not enough for what he did to you, but at least this will serve as a discipline." Sol stared at her seriously, resting his hand on her head and shaking his.