He heard them calling, like the voices of angels, voices out of the dark night, calling, calling, calling to him, calling from the farther shore....
"It lives in your mind, Norman. Look for it ... and you can't see it. But still it is there. Waiting. Waiting for you. Reach for it, Norman. Reach back. Reach deep. Don't think. Just...reach...."It is a killer. It is a rapist. You can't kill. You won't rape. But the Angel is cold-blooded. It hates without passion. It lusts without feeling. Let it live. Set the Demon loose. Let the Angel take control.
"Reach for it. Don't think. Don't look. Just...reach...reach.... Hold it. Focus it. Draw a breath.
"It lives!
"It suckles at your heart. Nourish it. It is yours. Your Strange Angel. Cool. Dark. Still. Alive. Waiting.
"Let it take control. Let it take control. Let it take control...."
Norman awoke bolt upright in his bed, screaming, a cold sweat pouring off feverish flesh. His heart was pound pound pounding as if it had suddenly been emptied of blood. He was scared like he had never been scared before.
And, in a part of his mind that he had never seen before, a new thing took its first breath of life. At his heart, an angel-child suckled.