"That's the truth of it, 'Wife' schizo lady. You too, 'Cuckold.' The King Cuck was right, but I won't let him win. Accept that and just let me do one good act before I go… That's why, that's why I have to follow the Cuckold's words!" Jimmithey explained, tears rolling down his empty eyes.
Despite the Cuckold's powers making Jimmithey strong and uncaring, the former Schizo still felt regret for every action.
Even if whoever he defeated deserved death, he felt guilt and shame for his violence and depravity.
"Hehe... Wow... You're goddamn right… Remember Jimmithey, the rage you felt last night! Forget the misery, and accept the rage! And use this beam to destroy it all!! Take my hand, and we'll do it! We'll win!" The Cuckold shouted, holding his hand out.
Jimmithey looked at the Cuckold, preparing to grasp the cuck's hand.
But before he could, he felt a sudden weight on his back.
He was being hugged, held by his 'Wife's' faint body. Even though she was weak and trembling. Even though she was nearly non-existent, he could feel her presence.
"I can't let that happen… I cannot let you die… You won't die. Not here, not now." She ordered, holding him tightly.
"Wha-?" Both the Cuckold and Jimmithey mumbled. The Cuckold backed away, unable to speak.
"Jimmithey… You've indeed done many bad things during this war… Yes, you've hurt people close to you. You've done that since you've gotten these cuckold powers. No, even before that… But that doesn't mean you can't make up for your wrongs… And it doesn't mean you haven't done many amazing things…"
"Good? What good have I done? I've ruined my friendships, killed people, and started this whole WAR by existing! The blood of thousands is on my HANDS! Just by being the weird fuck who attracts other weird degenerate fucks! I'm too far gone… I'm irredeemable!!" Jimmithey roared out, grabbing and scratching on his dark black hair.
"Jimmithey… Did you forget those normal people you had saved? Almost ten minutes ago? The ones the King Cuck captured for his degenerate harem?" His 'Wife' responded swiftly, in both a gentle and stern tone.
"I… So what…? Does that little thing outweigh the crimes I've committed…? No, it doesn't. Nothing will. It's impossible… I'm too far gone…" Jimmithey responded, his voice getting fainter.
"No. You aren't too far gone… Even through the Cuckold's manipulations, you still helped people. You still did the right thing. You can't blame yourself for this war… You never chose these powers… You never chose for this fight to begin. The blood isn't on your hands… It's on the one who started it with his greed." She continued.
"E-even then… I still fucked up! I fucked up so many things with so many people! I-I've done too much! I will do too many horrible things!!!" He cried in response.
"It's never too late, Jimmithey. It'll be hard. It'll take work. But you can do it. You can reach the normal days you wanted… Because in the end, when it matters most… You believe in your optimistic delusions and choose what is right… I know that. As long as you're alive, you can mend the relationships you've broken. We can believe in that delusion. And you can be forgiven…"
"I… H-how?" Jimmithey asked, his tears getting stronger. The Cuckold stayed silent, still dazed by what she was saying.
He saw her finger point upwards and forward. Jimmithey's gaze followed her hand, watching the red world around them shift and show his true perspective.
It showed the King Cuck, sitting on his massive, mechanical throne. He was looking down at Jimmithey with a disgusting smile on his face.
"You beat him. Not with a Cuckold's strength. But with your true powers. With your true imagination, your delusions… Not alone… But with your allies…" She explained that images of Jackie, Milly, and Chad appeared in Jimmithey's mind.
They were the allies he had betrayed. But they were still allies he had grown close to and cared for over these past few days, even after his Cuckold change.
"I can… I can make it right…?" Jimmithey asked as tears dripped from his eyes.
The Cuckold tried to raise his hand in response, but was cut off by the Schizo's loud and powerful voice.
"Yes… I promise you can. This delusion can become a reality..." She responded, wiping the tear from Jimmithey's eye.
"If you're right… T-then... Then I'll do it… I'll let go of these cuckold powers… I'll let go of my rage. I'll believe in your... In our delusions." Jimmithey stated, his face becoming more determined.
His lifeless and dead eyes were now gone, returning to the lively eyes he had before.
The Cuckold staggered back even more, sweat dripping down his face. He tried to speak once again but felt that he couldn't push the words out.
He was becoming weaker with every word the woman spoke!
"Good… My wishes… Thank you, 'my love…' Thank you…" She whispered faintly.
Right before either of them could continue, the Cuckold roared!
He stomped his foot onto the misty red ground, causing the entire expanse to shake.
BOOM!
"HEY HEY HEY! J-Jimmithey! Are you going to abandon… ME?! We had a good damn deal… I helped you beat the strongest general yet! I got you this fuckin' far, sticking my damn neck out to support you when you needed it! You felt strong, you felt POWERFUL! A-and yet, you're fucking betraying me!?! For her pretentious, weak bitch ass!?" The Cuckold shouted with the same voice as Jimmithey's.