What are you doing brother?" Amara asked.

Amara had dark hair, and was wearing a long sophisticated dark dress.

"I decided to 'create.'" Chuck said offhand.

Chuck on the other hand, was sloppy in his boxers and t-shirt.

Rolled up in his arms was a little round ball with floofy wings on his back.

"I call him an 'angel.'" Chuck said. "His name is Michael."

"Mi-ka..." Michael burped and fluttered onto Amara's face, covering her in white downy feathers.

"Energetic ball of fluff, isn't he?" Amara said.

Chuck laughed. "Y-Yes well..."

"Let me take a crack at it." Amara balled up her hands and there were some crackles and booms in her ball of energy, until it formed into a...being.

"She's like us. A goddess." Amara said. "I call her Aether. Much stronger than your angel. I always wanted a sister."

Amara conjured a playpen and put the two beings in, where they threw little bolts of energy at each other and chased each other around.