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Morgan had known who his soulmate was for a long time. It was kind of hard not to, when he saw his soulmark emblazoned across the news at least once a week.
“S.” Villain, to top all villains. Required the entire League of Heroic Good to even attempt to take him down. The few times they had succeeded, it was only a short amount of time before he was able to escape confinement to enact his reign of terror once again. So overpowered that he was the only villain currently classed as an “S-tier.” And there, emblazoned across the chest of his costume, was Morgan’s soulmark.
Well, their soulmark, he supposed. It matched too perfectly to be just coincidence. A dark planet, surrounded by stars, and two golden glowing slit pupiled eyes staring out from the planet. A bit ominous for a soulmark, which is probably why no one ever thought to imagine that same symbol was on Morgan’s chest, right over his heart. The few people who had caught glimpses of it had all thought it was just a tattoo, an aspiring villain admiring the greatest villain the modern age had ever seen.
Oh yes, Morgan was a villain. Well, trying to be a villain. Hard to say when he had made that choice. When he was a child and bullied for the weak power he had developed? In college, when he and his few friends had chainsmokers in dingy bars and wrote slam poetry about fighting the man? Morgan knew. He knew it was the first time he had seen his soulmark on something other than his own chest and he so desperately wanted to impress the person who shined like he was the only star in a pitch black sky. But here was Morgan. Never a complete failure, but certainly not a protege. He watched from afar as his soulmate held nations hostage. Meanwhile, his most impressive feat to date was robbing a bank. Hell, most of the time they didn’t call on heroes to deal with Morgan, and just sent the police instead. He’d only recently been bumped up to a D tier villain because his villain name was on the deeds to his properties he leased. He wasn’t even that bad a landlord! Just average.
Morgan’s thoughts remained morose as he laid on the couch and took another swig of beer. He knew he was never going to amount to anything special. He wasn’t going to become some feared super villain. Maybe just a feared landlord. And he never, ever, was going to be able to meet his soulmate.
And it was around the time that Morgan was thinking this that there was a flash of light, a loud cracking boom, and his soulmate appeared, collapsing onto his carpet in a pile of sweat and blood.