Prophesy?

Mortimer sat astride Silly Cluck, his hell hound mount. His black armour gleamed and his cape was flashy and clean. In one hand he held Dacris, in the other, Mothers Kiss. 

He gazed thoughtfully up at the great golden doors that barred his entry into Orcuses chamber.

His companions were either dead or in hiding, only he and his trusty mount were left

Killingsworth had caught a kobold arrow between the eyes. Agamemnon had lost his third leg in a trap and he had returned to the elves in shame. Kruins demon arm had strangled her to death in her sleep. Shades had fallen in lava again (Mort still salivated at the memory of the smell). His last companion, Sir Bartholomew IV has only been with them a week, and had been torn limb from limb by a horde of goblins. 

Heroic pose complete, Mort demounted and approached the doors. With one epic kick, they flew off their hinges. He would come back for them later. 

 He entered the huge chamber with no hesitation. It was empty aside from the demon prince sitting on his throne of bones

"I am here to slay you, Corruptor!" Mortimer boomed

"I HEARD YOU WERE COMING. YOU MUST BE MIRRAX" Orcuses voice was like a gelatinous cube squishing through a dragons anus

"RAWR No I am Mortimer!" he yelled, and attacked

For seven days and seven nights, man and beast traded blows. Orcus cast mighty spells which Mortimer shrugged off, and Mortimer landed heavy blows which quickly healed. 

Finally, Orcus went down on one knee. 

"I YIELD! AVAST ME HEARTY, YOU ARE A MIGHTY WARRIOR. JUST WHO ARE YOU, MORTAL?"

"I am not mortal!" boomed Mortimer "I am..."

"...MORTIMER! Shades is here! You need to get up and get ready to go!" Tabitha yelled

"Nooooooooooo" Mortimer groaned, hiding further under his blanket