A Cog's Purgatorio: Isaac's emancipation

Chapter one: Excommunicated

Tw: Adult themes (drinking, flirting) but NO NSFW, Mentions of demons, religious themes,
Mentions of abuse and assault,
Death mentions, and...
One bad ass bitch taking down the Patriarchy.

Once upon a time, in land far far away. Where the magic of a mouse has swindled millions of the people's cash to fund a very zany place called Toontown. If you're reading this, you probably already know about toontown's metallic problem. 

The cogs...

Cogs are vain greedy buttholes who want to take all the business and destroy toons! They are not welcome here and they should all burn in Hell!!! 

Well dear reader, be careful what you wish for...

Because in this universe some Toons came to love the idea of money and power, so they left Toontown to work as office drones for the cogs. 

Because making toons happy instead of building more cogs was cheaper, the corporation decided that the furry ones are much welcome in this force. Some cogs were shocked, devastated, and appalled at the decision. Some were excited, and happy to be making new friends in business. 

But a few didn't really care at all. 

Our hero, Isaac, was part of that group. 

It's hard to gauge whether Isaac cares about anything, even about himself. 

Isaac is a bigender/intersex person of secrets and he tends to keep to himself at all times. To a point where almost no one knows much about him. 

But here dear reader, here is where I, as narrator and 'god' of this story will open him up for you. And we'll see how this 'sinful' cog will be purged and clean with love. You will gaze into the soul of such a complex and handsome cog who rose to the top with sheer wit and flirtation.

But before you gaze into his soul, you need to know that he has a lack of one in this story. 

How? 

Secret 1: 

The metaphysical and Supernatural exists in this world. Demons and angels along with many other mystic creatures exist here. The cogs found out about them and wanted to use them for their own gain. Desperate to defeat the toons, the CJ called on a demon to help him condemn toons. 

From the pentagram drawn on the floor a figure wearing a skin tight jumpsuit emerged. The figure showing it was a demon by flapping its bat wings and hissing. 

The demon was a red deer toon with fangs and an imp's tail. It looked up at the cog boss and smiled. It opened its mouth to speak in a high pitched whiny tone. 

"To what do I owe this pleasure your honor?" 

The CJ shuffled in his seat and coughed, he couldn't believe this thing would help him. 

"Yes, oh great and powerful, toon?" 

The demon raised a finger. "I may be cartoonish, but I am more than those toons you see everyday. Refer to me as... Jinn"

"Jinn?" The CJ inquired. "Ok, great and powerful Jinn, uh... I wish to defeat my enemies, the toons."

"You know I can't do that for obvious reasons... you have no soul, sir! What are you gonna give me?" Jinn hopped on the desk of the CJ and began to file her nails. 

"Well, can you tell me what I can give, then?" The CJ asked. "Please, Jinn?"

"Well, we can make a deal, but you know you're smarter than that. Listen... you know that without a soul you can't get to heaven on the inevitable day that you will die. And well... you actually showed me manners compared to your coworkers, so I'll cut a special deal for you! This one's on the house, on me!" Jinn smirked.