The idea for Octavian parents is biased off of Hugs6's idea. Thanks for letting me use it!
Blissful
What was it like to be hated? Was it the glass shards the bite your skin? Was it the feeling you got when no one noticed the scars that haunt you?
Why didn't they notice that their words hurt worse then poison? Did they realize the truth in your name?
Octavian. Octo. Eight. The eighth child in an otherwise perfect family.
You are the outcast in your own home. You stay away. Close yourself off. Did they realize you slept at Jupiter's temple to avoid people.
People that hurt you worse then acid could possible begin to. It's unfair. The way they judge you. What do they know?
Did they even realize what your last name was? Not the one you were adopted into, bit the one you were born with.
Caesar. Octavian Caesar. They knew you had a mother and father, but they didn't question how a son of Apollo could have a father.
Are you flawed? Perhaps. You are scum to them. Worse then scum. Sometimes you see her. When you meet Rachel you remember her smile.
You like Rachel if only because she tried to save you. Rachel was just like her. If you tried you could have befriended Rachel, but you had to defeat Gaea.
The thing is that even as your dying your hearing her voice. Seeing her smile and you don't regret a thing as you collide with your death.
Your real mom was amazing not at all like the thing that tried to take her place. Mother the thing wanted to be called. Not mom or mama, but mother so very formal.
You trust the voice and then finally you feel free as she embraces you and you know that were you are going you will forget or maybe that's just you hoping. For a moment you allow bliss.
That's it for now.