Her chanting and prayer for their clear communication seemed to call out to the creature directly. The air of her room would chill almost instantaneously, a low cold sigh against the back of her neck and those familiar long fingertips, cold as ice sliding over her bare shoulders from behind. She would feel the gentle lick of dark tendrils along her legs and sides.<br/><br/>"s-Sarah..." he creaked happily to see her. It was more than apparent the child had long since left behind her title as victim of his.<br/><br/>She was as family to the creature. She was one of only three to ever grow close to him instead of be repelled. He had never felt the need to introduce them. But maybe soon. He tilted his head to see a tape on the floor baring the emblem that had come to define him, a low hiss echoing i her head.