Though the highest realm in Creation, Heaven itself has altitudes rarely visited by its inhabitants. The celestial exosphere is a vast white expanse that separates the upper reaches of Heaven from the unknowable Void that surrounds all Creation. Its only permanent inhabitants are its white spirit doves and the angel Phanuel.
The youngest of all the Archangels, Phanuel’s skin is as pearlescent as the spectral feathers of his companions, his form as ethereal as the atmosphere through which he glides. His role is to guard the upper limits of Heaven against incursions from the Void. In truth these are rare, for that mysterious realm is as treacherous to the Powers of the Dark as it is to all living things. But on those occasions when an attack from above is risked, Phanuel is ever ready to defend and is a deadly shot with his firearm.
But most of Phanuel’s time is spent soaring on his silver wings, letting the cosmic winds carry him where they may. From the heavens of Heaven, his blue eyes witness all the glory of existence: from the great Citadel of Light to the mountains of Ignea. And lapping against those crags is the mighty ocean of Caeruleus, from which cascade the cosmic streams of the Eridanus to the myriad Worlds of the Multiverse. The vision never fails to fill his heart with joy and wonder, and he sings his praises to Creation to the beat of dove wings.
