[b]Centuries Earlier[/b]
"Jorick! Your days of deception and treachery against the Great Old Ones are over!!!!" It was Sherlock. His face was in an expression of nonchalance. "You didn't think you could get away with conspiracy with Nyaralathotep against us within my very own Citadel, did you?" Sherlock rhetorically asked. "It really isn't a good idea to insult my intelligence by fleeing for sanctuary in my own Realm and then try to stab me in the back. I'm quite resistant to that sort of thing you know. It's why our battles against each other are always so fruitless. You are the shadow, the darkness and the secrets of the hidden heart. I know the heart, I expose the darkness and shine the light of Inquisition. You cannot escape, and I am loathe to think that you would stoop to such a childish ruse as this." 

Jorick smirked. "You know what happens next. The others are off to do battle with the Elder gods on the outer planes.Only few of us are left to defend this place. I wonder why it took you so long to discover my whispers in the dark so many centuries ago. You had always suspected something. You knew of the black market, you knew of the slaves off our dominion's expanse. Why did you never expose me? I always knew that there had to be something of a plan in your skull that was arrogant enough to think it could out wit me. I did some rummaging in the Citadel's archives. I have found you out, Sherlock. You are wounded. . . that is why you have not exposed me. Should you have, our next battle would have been final. My agents in the dark would have finished you."

Sherlock's face stayed the same. "That is why I stayed behind. You cannot open the Gate of Oblivion. Nor can you open the Seal on your creatures. There is not enough energy to pull from the Great Old Ones while they are outside these planes. Thus, our battle can safely be concluded without risking myself, or others." Joricks' face nodded. "There's plenty enough truth in that. Yet I have plenty enough of a surprise for you." Just then, the massive halls of the Holme's Citadel shook in a violent tremor. Sherlock looked to the ground as mysterious fissures opened the marble floors, and a massive vortex of swirling red eyes and tentacles opened from underneath. Sherlock's eyes widened. "You fool! What have you done!?"

Evil laughter from Jorick erupted throughout the Citadel. Sherlock pulled the sword from his cane as tentacles whipped towards him. . . he severed one of the eldritch whips, and a horrid scream shattered every window and thing of glass in the entire structure. . . Jorick clutched his ears in pain as his deific eardrums also splattered like little balloons filled with blood. Sherlock fell to his knees, clutching his ears as well. . . The tentacles reached towards Jorick and Sherlock slowly attempting to squeeze the life out of them. Just then, a shining blue light flashed searing the giant monster's eyes and tentacles like fire. The creature screamed again. . . this time, Jorick had been knocked into unconciousness. Sherlock screamed his ears also splattered. . . and he began to fade away. Guru had materialized through the walls. . . The screeching was painful even for him, but he was outside the Citadel. . . He had covered his ears with magical fields of energy. . . Guru gathered a massive vortex of energy into his hands. . . the blue light was shining brighter and brighter as the monster burned. Finally, as it gathered it'self for another attack, this time he whipped towards Guru. 

The blue light streamed into the monster, causing it to screech undeniably loud. . . However, as it did so the light shined through Jorick and Sherlock, sending them into another place in the city. The screaming power of the monster caused the field to waver inside Guru's ears. When the monster was slammed with Guru's Exile spell, it gave a low moan, and was sucked back into the Vortex. . . a scream of agony and frustration erupted from the Portal just as it closed. . .destroying Guru's protection in his ears and knocking him out. 

Sherlock's Citadel rebuilt itself. It was easy for it to do so since it was constructed from Law and Order. Jorick, Guru, and Sherlock all awoke the the next day. . . Neither of them remembered any of the events that had happened. Jorick only remembered the time of the confrontation. . . he didn't know who won, or what happened. Neither did Sherlock. Guru only remembered making it inside the Citadel. Something was wrong and all three of them knew it.