Locked and chained like a terrible secret in the basement of the old church, Chrissy was left to boil her rage into a compact package of malice and mayhem and acutely plot her revenge. She was trapped in a tomb of her own, waiting for the ascension that would create not a savior, but let loose this mastermind of pain, conquest, and vengeance. Her weapons remain: the deception in her smile, the fire in her eyes, the powerhouse of fury concentrated into her small frame. Now she, the warrior of the wolverine, the pariah of the peninsulas, walks again. Arisen from the underworld, disguised in timeless beauty and spiteful knowledge of the evil world she wishes to reign over. She will begin with Chicago.

Like the con-artistry of Moll Flanders, she can lie and deceive her way into the soul of any rival standing in her way. Yet on the exterior, she can maintain the calm and humble reserve of Jane Eyre - if only to shield the more sinister side of her that lay dormant for so many years. She is both Lucy and Mina in the service of Dracula; admired and revered, but ultimately in contract to the devil himself.

It is neither known nor important any longer who captured and imprisoned the storied figure Chrissy Fiction, but the damage has been done. She has risen. Who knew the mark of the beast would be a tiny star and a smile? Like a fireball screaming down the passageway from the Motor City to the Windy City and now onto tracks and barrooms across America, the demon is free. The demon is Chrissy Fiction.