Jimmithey blasted forward, crashing through the halls. He quickly passed through the Cuck's harem room, igniting the entire hall into ash.
He crashed into a massive metal door at the end of it, forcing his aura forward.
BAM!
The metal hinges twisted open, with the door shattering into multiple pieces.
As soon as Jimmithey did this, he felt the temperature suddenly dip. It wasn't the intense aura of a cuckold's active rage or pleasure, but it was the creepy, chilling aura of a cuckold's inactive state.
"It's him. It has to be... I'm almost there…" Jimmithey muttered to himself, noticing warm air coming out of his mouth.
He stopped flying and landed on the ground, turning side to side to analyze the hall.
Inside, he saw an enormous grand hall with tens of pillars spiraling around him. Gigantic metal chandeliers were held over each section of the hall, sending a blinding white light down.
Around him were more ancient arts of Cuckoldry, stationed behind fountains of flowing cuck juice and cum. Massive statues of a naked King Cuck lined the walls, pointing forward at one final, gigantic door by the end of the hall.
This hall would've been beautiful to him in other circumstances, as it was the same quality of art made by the ancient masters. And the cuckolding was certainly fantastic. But it was inside the palace of the King Cuck, the bastard who ruined the lives of millions. A cuck that Jimmithey wouldn't give credit to.
In the middle of the hall was a large round table with eight metal chairs. In the middle was one mighty throne with the letters "KC" inscribed upon it.
Around the circling table were six other seats with two letters inscribed on each of them.
"'KC… FF… BB…CC… BI… SI… RR… GG…' The fuck...?" Jimmithey quietly read, curiously analyzing the empty thrones.
The one with BB on it was larger than the rest, and the one with RR on it had many broken chains upon it.
He quickly realized these thrones belonged to the King Cuck's Generals. They must've met here to discuss their degeneracy and plans.
"Hmph. All of these bastards should be dead now. The only one remaining is the King himself…" Jimmithey muttered out loud before he blasted the round table with a blast of cuckold energy, exploding it into ash!
He cleared out the remaining smoke with his aura, leaving the spot as charred rubble.
He continued forward, finally reaching the colossal, seventy feet tall, steel doors, each engraved with naked cucks and dildos. It was the grandest thing Jimmithey had ever seen, with an intense aura coming off it.
"This is it." Jimmithey thought as he slowly walked up to the doors, feeling the intense pressure of the King Cuck's aura become increasingly intense.
He breathed in and out, calming himself down. Now was not the time for his mind to be a jumbled, rage-filled mess. After all, this was the final step. From this point onwards, the final fight against the King Cuck would begin.
He could get his revenge on the man who ruined his life. And then, after that, he would... He would...
"Fuck. Whatever happens after doesn't matter right now. Only killing this Cuck bastard matters. That's all. T-that's all a degenerate cuck like me can do for now." Jimmithey muttered quietly, pressing his hands onto the cold metal doors.
He then began pushing it forward, opening it.
CREAK…
The door opened slowly and menacingly, causing even colder air to rush out towards Jimmithey. He covered his face with his arms, slowly walking into the pitch-black throne room.
"Is this it? Is this the King Cuck's chamber…? His throne room?! HEY! KING FUCKING CUCK! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!" Jimmithey roared as he dashed into the darkness, hearing his footsteps echo out.
Right as he finished yelling out his threats, Jimmithey heard a familiar voice ring in his ears.
"Ah…. My good cuckin' friend… Jimmithey Johnrey James. Oh, how I've missed you and your beautiful cuck scent…" The King Cuck chuckled, his voice echoing across the entire dark hall.
"KING CUCK!!! Where the fuck are you!? You motherless FUCK! Come out, YOU BASTARD!!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Jimmithey roared as he walked deeper into the dark room.
He could only see the light from the hall behind. Everything else in that hall was covered in a dark, ominous fog.
Suddenly, he saw the door behind him shut, his body completely covered in both heavy Cuckold energy and darkness.
But right as he opened his mouth to shout again, neon blue lights flashed in front of his eyes, covering his vision.
He looked forward and saw a jumbled mess of computer screens and rushing steam, a jarring sight compared to the fancy architecture from the earlier hall.
The lights began to illuminate the room, revealing the King Cuck's Cuck throne. It was turned away from Jimmithey, instead aimed at a massive window that overlooked the cosmos.
The planet Earth was revealed through the enormous panes, hundreds of Cuck ships floating and flying around it. It was a grand sight, only meant for the strongest of Cucks.
"That's no way to greet your new papi, young Jimmithey! After all, you are only the cuck you are today, because of me!" The King Cuck stated as he stared out the vast window.
His warm, cuck breath was visible from afar, rushing out from even behind the hulking throne.
"No. Fuck no. The rage of a cuck was always within me. Even before you came. I know that now. The powers of a Cuck and a Schizo were always inside of me. The powers you covet and fear!" Jimmithey responded, clenching his fists in rage.
"Heh, young Cuck… I'd admit, you are correct. You've always had the predisposition of a Cuck, the fetish of cuckoldry linked deeply to your soul. That is why you chose the path of a cuck after facing all of these degenerates… But, I ask you, Jimmithey. Why would the King of Cucks get help from other degenerates? Hmm?" The King responded, his eerie high-pitched voice ringing in Jimmithey's ears.
"Huh? What the fuck are you on about?!" Jimmithey mumbled out, his eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Degeneracy of our caliber is linked to wants and desires. One's incessant want that will inevitably clash with another's own wants. A Cuck's want for cuckoldry will conflict with a Brony's want for Ponies. There are only a limited number of people in the world, and our greed cannot be satiated whilst sharing! With this fact, why would I empower those to reach a higher level? Keke! Why would I let non CUCKS join the CUCKOLD Empire?! Think, boy…"
Jimmithey stood there, still enraged beyond belief. Half of him wanted to run up and attack the King right then and there, while his back was still turned.
But within that rage, he considered what the King had said and began to think about the past day or so. He thought about all of the fights and experiences he had with Generals, remembering each event.
As he did, he remembered what had happened when he talked to the King after defeating the Green-Haired Guy.
"'I SEE YOU'VE BEATEN MY PAWN, THE GREEN BOY.' Pawn…? 'T'WAS A TEST, A TEST TO SEE IF YOU WERE THE REAL CUCKIN' DEAL.'" Jimmithey remembered what happened in that forest.
"A test…?" Jimmithey mumbled, considering what the King had said previously.
"Indeed, Jimmy boy! I wanted to test if you were ripe for the Cuckening. Of all the Generals you've interacted with, all of them have tried to bring you to their side in many different ways."
"The Führer tried with his girthy, furry cock, wanting to force you with his bestial strength. The Colonel tried with rage, wanting to enslave you to his fetish. The Green boy tried with his sex, wanting to show you his prowess. He failed and took the role Radiant Rapist would've if he weren't such an annoying bitch. The Brony tried with his pleas of Ponies. And the Twins tried by showing you their love. They were a bit late because they're slow, but they tried nevertheless."
"But alas, you did not fall for any of them. You denied their degeneracy to the most you could… Until…."
"Until you got Cucked by the Alpha, a part of the plan that was both unexpected and perfect… At that point, you accepted who you were. I did not see it for myself, but I can tell. I've gone through the same thing, young cuckling. You've accepted and shown yourself to be the Cuck of my dreams, growing stronger with every bout and thought of Cuckoldry!"
"That was the point of this war, that was the point of these silly generals. All to get to you, my young Jimmy. After all, you are not only the elusive Schizo, but also a Cuck! KEKEKE! Do you see, child!? Do you understand?" The King cuck roared out as he held his skinny arms up, visible from behind the throne.
"Goddamn it! GODDAMNIT!! You killed hundreds of thousands of innocent, normal, fucking people for this!? You forced me through all of THAT for a-a-a FUCKING TEST!?!" Jimmithey roared out, his cuckold aura surging out, pushing blazing winds that only slightly brought up the temperature
"Keh. It's an easy price for a world belonging to Cucks. For the men and women who are rejected by the world… For a world where I can rule as King and cuck forever… To do that, you were needed, Jimmy boy. But now, you are the man you are. The strongest Cuckold I've seen besides myself. Brimming with potential and rage, the strongest fuel for any cuck besides the act of cucking… You are perfected." The King finished, clenching his fists slowly.
Jimmithey's mind was a jumbled mess, feeling a horrible rage he had never felt in his life.
The fact of King Cuck manipulating his misery made him furious, a fact that he had previously accepted but never fully processed.
And in this mess of a mind, the only conclusive thought was one of revenge.
"You're right… I am the strongest Cuck. You knew from the very beginning that I was going to surpass you! So you feared me and tried to control me! Like the fucking pussy you are! But now that day has come, King Cuck! The day when I take you down and become the strongest cuck has come! The day when I END THIS WAR HAS COME!!!" Jimmithey yelled, pushing his cuck aura outward, creating a fierce, fiery light of red aura around himself.
It melted the floor below, the steel Cuck metal bubbling out as if it were boiling water.
"Ahhhh… Kekeke…. The hubris of youth. I need to teach you a lesson in cuckoldry, my boy. I need to show you why I am named the King of Cucks." The King Cuck said cheerily, slowly turning his gigantic throne.