The Thirteenth Reaper

I am Dire Grim, thirteenth son of the grim reaper, and i was born to be a bringer of death, feared by man... but i guess I'm just as useless as everyone thinks i am; I'm no good at reaping souls. Killing. In fact, I really suck at it... and now I'm trying to figure out whether or not thats a bad thing.

As the thirteenth child of the legendary Grim Reaper, Dire Grim is expected to be just like his older siblings, and perhaps, in some ways, he is, but not in the ways that really matter. Sure, he looks like them, and tries to follow in their footsteps, but no matter how much he tries to be the invincible 'lord of death' his father expects him to be, something inside him seems to pull him down a forbidden path that could lead to his true destiny... or his inevitable demise.

"Supposed son of darkness and death
Troubled boy with a journey to tread
You've joined the traitors this day, this hour
Beware the wrath of Azrael's power
This baby before you has cheated life
Saved by a reaper born of light
Find she who has nothing, no one, no where
To begin your search for heavens heir"

(Hey guys this story REALLY needs some feedback. I'm trying to get this to the point where i can publish it for real so if you have any thoughts, tips or opinions of anything in this story PLEASE let me know so i can keep fixing and improving it. Thanks guuuys!😘😎)