When Demon Kings are killed by the heroes of their worlds, they don’t disappear. They wake up on Earth, stripped of their power, their titles, and most of their dignity. Instead of ruling, they’re handed aprons and minimum-wage schedules, forced by a shadowy organization to deal with the extradimensional entities that slip through cracks in reality. The work is called exorcism. It’s fast, ugly, and done under the cover of roadside restaurants that appear wherever something unnatural starts to bleed through. To customers, they’re just tired employees working the night shift. To what’s hiding in the walls, they’re executioners on a timer. It isn’t a life of luxury. Every job leaves scars, and Earth makes it clear they’re expendable. But at least they get employee discounts. Demon Kings: 10-Minute Exorcism Guaranteed