The Life of a Reaper

You hear the stories, you have seen the horror movies but have you ever heard a true story of a reaper? Not one of those horror movies about how "Scary" a reaper is, or how they are "Evil". Well here is a true story from a real reaper. My story starts before my own birth. My father is King Andrewson the sixth, seventh most high ranking king out of the thirteen royal Kindoms,thus making my family the seventh highest ranking royal family. My mother on the other hand is an Angel whom goes by many names. During this time she went by "Marie". The two were young love birds and adventually married. They did many things togther that I wasnt there for, but life changed when she became pregnant with her first born son. After mother was pregnant with her first born, it was after that that my father changed. Father had came to all of her appointments, shopping, you name it. He was excited to have a child, especially a son but things didnt go his way. After almost four months into mothers pregnancy word got out that his son was to be mostly angel and he did not like that one bit. He locked mom away in the dungeon, chaining and abusing her. After nearly two months of  father beating mom he decided to do what no reaper had ever done, he decided to kill his son. He had gone down to the dungeon and gagged my mother then proceeded to cut her stomach open when she was just a week shy of being six months pregnant. He pulled put his son and left him there with his wife who bleed out. When the guards found mom just shortly after she was rushed to the hospital, my father of course lying on not knowing what happned. Mother was in fine condition, but her son wasnt. He spent three months in the infant ward and had  what seemed to be mild issues dispite how he was brought to the world. He had been blind and was severely allergic to dairy, especially milk. When he was handed to his mother at just three months old she was asked what her son would be named and she named him "Alexander Samuel Williams Deatherson the 3rd". She held her child close not letting her husband near the child in fear that he'd try and kill him again. At night when her son was in the hospital she would hold him and sing to him every night, everyone told her that her son wouldnt live to be six months old but even she knew that her son could do anything he wanted to. She knew  looking at him for the first time in the dungeon that he was a fighter. Sure he never cried as an infant and he had all of the worries and doubts from others but he was her son. From his holy blonde hair, to his sapphire colored eyes. She knew that he would surprise the world with the things he would do and after nearly six months in and out of the hospital he was finally ready to go home.
Author's note: If people do like this I will continue this is just to see if people like the plot line, I apologize if it isnt all grammatically correct I have a learning disability that makes that part harder on my part. I hope y'all like my story though it took me a long time to build up the confidence to even write this 😁