"Oh please no please don't hurt him he's an innocent boy! you can't keep doing this" Maximiliens soul cried out for him as she could only weakly watch.
His mother slapped him so hard with the back of a ringed hand that on top of his other injuries catapulted him to the floor and smashed his head of a cold stone tile. Blood flowed from his cracked skull.
"You... you stupid bastard son you were supposed to be getting home safe and sound so I could let you be played with now how am I supposed to get money do you think drugs are free you stupid dumb fuck"
His mother shaking uncontrollably from a mix of anger and drug withdrawal. She had no care for her son's life or his wellbeing that was long gone years ago when she first abused him herself. In her opinion if she was going to sell him she as his mother deserved the first taste. Maximilien had no idea of incest or what was immoral he only knew the values that his mother and father taught him, all his worldly knowledge that most people have was residing inside his split soul.
His split soul was a result of poor fate for Max. The original owner the first person to exist with such a soul had angered a God so much they cursed him with eternal reincarnation. Most souls can pass on with a clean slate whether they die a peasant or a King it doesn't matter in a God's eyes yet the curse bestowed upon Max was an eternal cycle with your past lives memories and the only way to break it was to be either the unfortunate person with two souls who once died would lose their soul for eternity being cast out of the cycle of life or they be granted a favour of the Gods. In theory a God could save his soul if they deemed it to be worthy but given the fickle nature of Gods they don't really care about mortals except for two very strange celestial existences.
This time his mother had taken it too far the beating on Max was too much to bare doubled with his leaking soul his life was running short.
Inside his soul a girls tears had ran dry she could only hyperventilate as she struggled for breath the emotional toll was becoming too much. What good was all the knowledge she bore if it was useless. What good was the strength she held if she could do nothing with it.
Her fate had made her become weak although she was strong. Life is an evil mistress she once read, it has the ability to grant you everything or leave you with nothing people can achieve greatness or be left to rot. Heroes are made God's are built all from the reality of life but so is the devil and so is sin all borne from the mind of man all borne from the great Lady of Life.
As she could no longer see a broken dying boy she thought to do the only thing she could as she regained her composure and steeled her will she began to draw closer to his leaking soul, to take a risk that was inconceivable by the Gods to merge a soul for two to become one could only mean a certain death of One of the people or worst case both.
A certain long haired God could no longer take the pain he had viewed this sight for 16 years as he gripped the arm of the giant man next to him and pleaded.
"Please Zeus for the love that is holy in the name of my father please help that boy and the poor soul of the girl."
"I am your father Boy so back off." Zeus said as he shaked his arm and flung Jesus to the floor. "He can not be saved he is destined to die here such is his fate."
"Then..then what about the innocent soul of the girl surely she could be helped?"
"Aren't you a God? can't you use your divinity to allow her to merge souls successfully?"
"My divinity isn't enough I would surely die!" Jesus shouted back at his father.
"Hypocrit. " Zeus exhaled sharply "I will not help the girl nor the boy if they die then I will help if they survive then I'd be regretful because that boy sure ain't living".
*Boom*
an implosion sounded as the second soul destroyed it self and attempted to merge with dying whisp of a soul that was left of Max and in this instant the girl began to crumble as her soul faded into Max. Maximilliens eyes closed and his breathing stopped and he heard a voice inside his head.