My name is Daemon Mercer. I am what people call an Exorcist. I give restless souls, well... rest. In rare occasions, however, I have to send demons back to the Underworld. This particular job was indeed one of those rare occasions. This demon, however, knew a spell to be send me to another world. I'm am now stuck here in an alien world where legends such as unicorns and pegasi not only exist, but are sapient. Why is fate so cruel to me?

An idea I had in the shower one morning. This is my first fic, so don't expect quality.