Piet Mondrian Gray Tree

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He's coming...” Balthamos said, almost sobbing, and now Will did catch some of his fear. "Please, please, Will...”
Will looked up.
The clouds were parting, and through the dark gap a figure was speeding down: small at first, but as it came closer second by second, the form became bigger and more imposing. He was making straight for them, with unmistakable malevolence.
"Will, you must," , "truly, truly, I hate this killing! When will it stop?"
"We must go," said Balthamos faintly. "Quickly Will, quickly, please...”
They were both mortally afraid.
Will felt in the air with the tip of the knife: any world, out of this one. He cut swiftly, and looked up: that other angel from the sky was only seconds away, and his expression was terrifying. Even from that distance, and even in that urgent second or so, Will felt himself said Baruch urgently.Will stood up, meaning to say "Hold him tight," but even as the words came to his mind, the angel sagged against the ground, dissolving and spreading out like mist, and then he was gone. Will looked around, feeling foolish and sick."Did I kill him?" he said shakily."You had to," said Baruch. "But now...”"I hate this," said Will passionately