Mercy
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Solis Flos is a death eater, otherwise known as a death angel, who also happens to have the blood of a minor death god flowing through her veins, though she keeps that information close to her heart. Her mixed blood gave her a curse, everything she touches dies. Regardless, Solis has always been fascinated by humans and their capacity for both greatness and evil. In fact, Solis is so fascinated by humans, she decides to hand in her resignation to the big guy and voluntarily fall from grace to become one. To experience life as a human would. All is not what it seems. As Solis, 'Sunny,' is living a 'human life' helping with assisted suicide applicants her past knocks on her shabby apartment door wanting her to fall back into line and a suicidal, dying man refuses to to do so.
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