The class of character who whispered about within certain older districts concerning a tale about strange cults that had existed since time immemorial concerning entities from afar that were said to exist for an extraordinary period of time. Not of this world, they blended in to the scenery biding their times through the ages gathering about them small contingents of the unfailingly superstitious. Never seen by the regular residents of the area they were purported to exist was much respected, ever feared but always protected. The legend stated that when after what seemed to the human sensibility as being eons they lost their force of being, their remains were interred and covert shrines erected. Human nature being what it is in the modern world, where attitudes of customary casual arrogance passed for common sense, some were foolish enough to seek out such precincts with the intention of disturbing their rest through public disclosure or even engaging in disdainful mockery. These fellows were unexpectedly tolerated by the locals and sometimes egged on after a customary warning that they should refrain from pursuing a course that could only result in a personal appointment with their worst imaginable horror. While some seemed to come to their senses their intuition proverbially peaked by an uncanny feeling of an associated inescapable doom if they proceeded further, only a few of that number would ignore the animal fear that such dire warning summoned and proceeded forth. The stories about such individual foolhardy quests usually ending there in empty tones of hushed silence.
One key to the existence of the near proximity of the earthly remains of these celestial beings was the inescapable presence of a cenotaph or monument for an empty grave. The latent spirit of demigod could be summoned by the creation of a talisman or effigy that once viewed by the entity would ensure its devotion to pursuing their discoverer relentlessly until inevitably they would consume their life-force as one might consume a thoroughly boiled egg. The form that startled seeker would encounter would appear strangely human but uncustomary contorted within the universal tradition of a grotesquely anguished saint. The initial shock would descend into horror as the abomination would slowly dog the unfortunate until eventually it would catch up with its exhausted prey and all evidence of their presence would abruptly end. One such case involved a scoffer who had assembled an offering from cardboard and attempted to approach an empty stairwell that purported to be a portal to a local Christian martyr. While the indigenous population gave such entrances were given a wide berth, one fellow thinking himself a detective skulked down the coeditor and was unpleasantly surprised by his worst nightmare. A gray lifeless vaguely female form of smaller dimension dressed in veils and crepe slithering forth on its belly, its arms bent overhead allowing for grip of hands upon the ankles of equally back bent legs. A particularly dead looking expression significant of marble. Its motivating force completely inexplicable yet terrifying as the slide of a serpent contracting and arcing in incremental progress. The realization of this undeniable fact shaking the victim from the bluff of his indifference. A pursuit through darkened corridors would ensue but the inevitable would eventually result from this tireless hunt. No further mention would then need to be made.