Humanity is at war. A terrorist organization known as the Royal Resistance viciously attacks the civilians of the the empire called Fria Världen on Earth. Meanwhile, heartless aliens with a body count in the billions are arriving too close to home plate. In the midst of all this chaos, five unlucky soldiers go missing in action. They find out that there are in uncharted territory that has already been claimed. Will they meet their doom, or will they find salvation for their dying species?

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.