When the only people still present were an archangel and his demonic wife, the former said to the second "Soo… How to say it…"
"Let me guess." Interrupted Janith. "The mother was someone close to you. A like a team-mate, a sister, or something like that." The succubus now tenderly hugging her angelic husband.
"You… could say it that way, I suppose." Cryptically answered William. "The truth is us, angels, try to use an human identity as similar to our true self as we can, as often as we can. But sometimes, to stay inconspicuous, we need to assume a different identity, generally one at least partly different to our true self. What I mean is…"
The archangel wasn't able to finish, Janith ending the sentence for him. "YOU were the mother!" She took the first chair she found, an sat on it. "That explain why you look that way to my sister…"
"Which way?" Asked William, worried Janith might be jealous.
"The way a worrying mother do." She answered. "Which make sense… You're the mother of her soul, after all."
"WHAT?!? Me, seeing Amelith as my daughter… Ridiculous!"
"But you do…" Insisted the demoness. "You can lie to yourself as much as you want, you do."
After a long and oppressive silence, she finally asked. "Did you often were a woman? What about being a mother?"
"Not very often, and beside that tragic, only once. But it was… A very special circumstance." Were William's laconic answers. "Do… Do the fact I might be female sometimes is a problem to you?"
"Don't trust what the legend says, little angel." Reassured, in a seductive tone, his wife. "Most succubi eat souls and lust. Me? My husband is literally spoon-feeding me his love. Man? Woman? I'm a succubus, and like all succubi, I don't care." Then, Janith teasingly whispered in his ear "In fact, I will be happy to meet your female self."