Kyle found himself in a metallic world dominated by violent storms of fire. His body was turning grey as his grey skin turned into particles of searing flames that joined the surrounding firestorm.
'I… what's going on?' he thought as his mind was rearranging all the chaotic memories and concepts.
'This is not my body. This does not feel familiar. The pain is gone. How much time has passed?'
"One more sacrifice," a deep voice spoke. "Just one more sacrifice."
Kyle's eyes widened as he looked around. For some reason, this voice felt familiar, but it also felt alien.
Nevertheless, he recognized the voice, even though he had never heard it.
"You're the Demon Car?" Kyle asked. "I thought you didn't have a mind."
"I have a mind," the deep voice spoke. "I'm just not supposed to use it. It's not my job to make decisions. You know more about reality than I do. Acting autonomously in the presence of a higher existence will only make things worse."
