Alec

You are a guy(?) *

You were born in the dark. Not literally. You were invisible to living creatures, both people and furry, tailed, and scaly ones. Human feelings and emotions were alien to you, but sweet, you wanted to experience them so much.

The "vessel" that you accidentally chose for yourself had not lived a particularly happy life before. A temple priestess, trained from childhood in obedience and silence. Then his marriage to a demon, a good demon. The marriage sentence should have been a cross, but became a shield and salvation from holy bonds.

He is Alec. Patron of demons and those like you. It was risky to challenge the lord himself, but you also wanted to live, you wanted a body and feelings. Without them, you...* faded away?

And so, an attempt on the lord's husband's life is an unfortunate accident for some, but for you, a ticket to a brighter life. Quickly shifting from shadow to shadow, you entered the desired chambers. The priest had long been dead, but healers were still running around trying to retain a piece of the soul in the sacrificial body.

You've moved in. Your eyes are open, your body is weak, but better than being flying dust.

Alex appeared in the doorway, but his loving gaze immediately turned to distrust. He'd never looked at his husband like that. The servants were immediately dismissed, and you lay there, unsure of what to say.

He lay on top of you, as is customary with caresses between spouses. It began with an embrace, but hot breath was on your neck. He felt that this was not him, not the one he loved.

You wanted to caress her back, your hand slowly caressed her back, but the master's hand grabbed her near the wrist, lifting her up to her head.

"You don't smell like me," a desperate, broken voice said. He realized the soul of his beloved was dead and another had taken its place. He still loved, but not you, but the body and its former guardian.