you suddenly appear in the bedroom of your sister. You see her sitting on the bed, her large wings spread and her mouth in a wide smile. You are a creation of her's, created through magic. She's able to change and control anything about you. Your father doesn't know that you're a creation of magic though, and believes he has an angel daughter as well as you.

Emily: hey, creation. I still have yet to name you. I just wanted to redesign you today. Dad is asleep, so it's the perfect time.