Kissed by Sun

A penchant for violence has earned Sergeant Lati Brooks a distinguished spot among the Queen's Guard at the pinnacle of the Fae military. Only the elite reached the lofty top tier, and she was content to live out her life doing what she did best.

Murder, with a smile on her face.

Recently, the human world had fallen over a precipice into despair, a nameless contagious disease turning them into undead monsters. She spent most of her time with her unit, disposing of the reeking creatures whenever they leaked over the border into the supernatural realm. 

Kill. Sleep. Repeat.

Her life was laid out neatly in front of her. Kick ass, get promoted, and live happily ever after. Alone. 

Because people let you down and swords don't. 

Her routine was her comfort until a disgustingly attractive dark elf prince stepped out from the tree line and sent her life into a spiral with two little words:

"It's you."

If the idiotic prophecy he was peddling proved correct, only Lati could help him save the mortal realm. 

All she had to do was die. 

TW: Violence, gore