“A demon with morals...” he chuckled. “That’s a new one.” The pastor shook his head. He wasn’t happy about being denied twice, but that thought didn’t seem to linger. His eyes seemed to widen before he covered his mouth. “Oh no...” Issac whined, turning around and scampering off to the bathroom. He barely made it before vomiting everything he had in his stomach into the toilet. Issac didn’t remember drinking that night. Hell, he didn’t remember anything. He was in a slutty zombie mode. In the morning, he would appreciate Yamanakis morals, but for now he wanted nothing to do with the demon.