Messiah or Antichrist?

(Pictured above, a flyer I made up when Crystal disappeared for a day or so, then returned, only to take off again on the full moon --Cherokee Moon-- in May.)


Crystal Gayle Davis Hernandez was beaten, raped, and strangulated for four hours on 30 April 2018 by Mark J Kernan in his apartment -- #205 at the Salvation Army in Las Vegas NV. Please contact Nick Bruels at 702-986-8032 with any and all info as to her least let her know that she is missed and loved.

I met Crystal at about 11:00 AM on 30 April, when she appeared at one of the Fremont street performer's designated circles in front of Walgreens, across from Denny's, where I had been having breakfast. I went over to her and we struck up conversation, whereupon I learned that we were both from Lawrence KS.


At that point, I noticed Kernan, standing there trying not to be noticed. "He's just a friend," she responded, when I asked about him. "I'll be here til 1 PM, so come back and see me," she said, and so I went off to do some shopping, after having given her my phone number on the back of my lawyer's business card -- Warren J. Geller, Esq., of Cofer & Geller LLA,


When I came back a short while later, they were gone. Oh well, I thought, hopefully she'll call me.


It turns out that Kernan was actually an ex-boyfriend, who was acting as her "manager", helping to make sure she was safe or something. He is an ex-Marine, and she told me he used to brag about having "hands registered as deadly weapons". I have never owned, nor fired a gun, nor have I been in a fistfight as an adult, but nevertheless, I apparently intimidated him in some way.


As soon as I was gone, he took the card I had given her and tore it up into shreds, so that she couldn't call me. And then he made her move to a different spot, so that I wouldn't be able to find her again. She would typically make $150 or so a day, standing there, posing for raunchy photos, holding peoples' drinks between her 34DDD breasts and what not. "Real expensive!" she would say, when asked if they were real.


I happened to run into her on Fremont on Saturday 5 May, but I didn't recognize her at first, because she was dressed in normal attire. She grabbed my stomach as I walked by, and we struck up conversation again. She had injuries on her eye and forehead (see photo above), and said that we needed to talk right away. What she told me was shocking, appalling, and heartbreaking.


Kernan raped her on the evening that we met, smashing her phone on her head and then repeatedly strangulating her, resulting in a crushed esophagus. She had just been released from the hospital that morning and let go on her one with no money, and so she was hoping to work again to make some.


I took her to my hotel room (Fiesta Casino in Henderson), where I cared for and loved her. She couldn't swallow properly because of her esophagus -- they had had a device in there to help it heal from the crushing, but it was obviously not yet fully effective. We spent a few days there, and then moved into the Sierra Oasis apartments on #LOL_Vegas's west side.


She told me that Kernan told her he did it to teach her a lesson, and to keep her from me. He was arrested that night, when Crystal was finally able to get free. She said she knew not to resist him, lest he KILL her. I believe she said he eventually passed out, and when the police arrived, they made her strip naked to check for wounds and take DNA probes.


Crystal told me she was a "retired stripper", the "greatest in KS history'. Also that she was originally from Chicago's gangland, is 3/4 Cherokee and 1/4 Polish, but not to hold the Polish part against her. Her parents, "stereotypically drunk Indians", "pimped her out for sex" at age four. She also made her first killing in her early teens, over the sum of $1.38. As a pretty young girl in that part of the world, she had been taken in by gang members.


When she became pregnant with her first child at 16, she fled to Lawrence, Kansas, where I happened to be born. That daughter, Alexis, now has twin baby boys, whom Crystal was anxious to see back in Kansas. A second child, Nicholas (Hernandez, I presume), was born some time later to her late husband, a black man from Central America. Tragically, Nicholas died of sleep apnia at age 6.


Mr. Hernandez was a type 1 diabetic and commodoties trader. His health deteriorated, and he committed suicide on Crystal's birthday, 22 July 2015.


From then on, she decided to live as she pleased, giving half of her fortune to her daughter and spending the other half charitably and travelling repeatedly to Las Vegas, where she would live under a bridge whilst working as a street performer. She eventually survived ovarian cancer, and revealed to me that she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which is normally very painful and fatal.

During our stay at the Fiesta Casino Hotel in Henderson, Crystal taught me about Cherokee values and faith. She said "we're lovers, not fighters", and so we practiced a sort of extremely intense sensual healing. I have to admit she healed me more than I healed her, because as she said, this episode with Kernan was but a "blip" in the course of her suffering in life.


She said that I was the only one of her hundreds of lovers who could fully satisfy "the little engine that could", referred to various sensual practices having to do with some sort of Cherokee mysticism. She had me make videos of us together, and told me to send them to people I cared about (including her daughter), since she "wanted to be remembered for the way she really was." And she wanted to live the remainder of her life "smoking (NOT marijuana; she NEVER smoked it once in her life), drinking, f_cking and s_cking.


In the end, I believe Crystal suffers from a sort of multiple personality disorder, with the nymphomaniac "retired stripper" being most prominent during our time together. I won't go into the other two I believe I encountered.


After a week or so together, I decided to call 911 and have her admitted to the hospital, because I couldn't wake her, and she had told me that she suffered from some rare form what I think I would characterise as "reverse diabetes" as well as the sleep apnia which she said runs in her family. She was kept there for about 48 hours, during which time she was finally able to get the sleep she needed.


At some point during this time, we decided that I would visit Mark J Kernan in the 9th floor of Clark County Detention Center. Since he had postured himself so forwardly as a dangerous US Marine Corps veteran, I thought I would pretend to be a US Special Forces veteran, and wrote up a list of accomplishments "we" had made. Crystal's idea was that I should not say a word, but simply let him read it.


He knew me by face, but not by name, and so I wrote also that he would "never know my name nor my whereabouts". I had to read him the pages aloud, since he claimed he couldn't read them. I concluded by adding "I wanted to make sure I saw you here, before they take you pussy marines off to wherever you go from here. And get off the Meth."


"I don't do meth, sir," was his only reply.


On the morning of his court appearance, Crystal was fast asleep. I wasn't aware that she was subpoenaed to testify, until I arrived at court alone. I was told by the DA working the case that if she didn't appear, they would have to drop the charges by late afternoon. At some point, a plain-clothed officer (gray hair, blue eyes, obvious steroids or TRT user type) threatened to throw me out if I acted up, but I don't remember the details owing to my head injury on 23 April.


I rushed back to the apartment and got Crystal ready to appear. When we got to court, four (4) Las Vegas Marshalls were assigned to keep me away, since "neither the defense nor the prosecution wanted me in the court". The same buff cop was there, but this time, he would NOT look me in the eye. (Was it his mistake that led to Kernan's release on a technicality later that evening?)


Crystal broke down in the vestibule, not even making it into the courtroom. She said the public defender came over and asked what she wanted done with Kernan. "I never want to see him again," was her reply. Later that night, we learned that Mark J Kernan (whom we decided to call "shitstain on the undies of humanity", because we could not think of anyone else we had ever called that) had subsequently been released on a "technicality", with the case number 18F07837X . More to come ASAP...

Ed Moraes, Victim Advocate, Office of the District Attorney,