Kitt strode through the grey river of death, steam billowing around his dark-flaming body. He stopped at the edge of the first gate and opened his jaws, sparks and flames hissing and spitting as he clapped his clawed hands together... The sound rang out in all directions, rippling through the water... He waited...
Time trickled on, perhaps the spirit waited for hours, perhaps it was only minutes, but finally a ripple returned in response. A creature of dead flesh rose up from the water, it's limbs jerking and twitching like a puppet, its rotten head turned to face Kitt, slimy mouth opening and closing as a much deeper voice emanated from somewhere far away "WhEre yOu seEN?"
The spirit creature that was Kitt grinned, silver tongue lolling out of his flaming jaws "No, old one... The mortals are fools, and barely seem to have noticed I am missing... As for you... You seem to be doing quite well, with your little puppets..." The dead creature took several steps closer, joints creaking and squelching "It iSsss sAFer for mE tHIs wAy... I still dO nOT tRUsT YoU Free SpIriT..."
Kitt grinned and grabbed the dead puppet creature by it's rotten neck, dragging it towards him. A dark thread wound behind it down into the water, and with it came another creature of roiling flame that made the waters boil and hiss. It screamed, trying to drag itself back to safety, but instead was pulled inexorably closer to the Free Spirit. Kitt opened it's mouth even wider, leaning close to the old spirit as if to embrace him in a deathly kiss. He paused, sparks and embers flickering out of his maw, and instead hissed with a voice like steel over a grindstone "You have every reason to fear me... For today, you discover what I truly... am...."