It Only Gets Much Worse

Location: A bunker in the west woods
Date: 26th of February 2021
Time: Around the evening.
Topic for: @Michael & @Remy
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"I'm telling ya Rachel, today is the day," he smiled at the rat that was just starring at him from the other side of the room. He had been in here for way to long, or it had been what, a few weeks by now? Joseph had lost track of time in the dark, but he was part vampire, the darkness didn't do a number on him. It had been a few days since Elenora had left for his meeting, and which only really meant one thing - but it was her own fault, she was the one who wanted to go. Joseph was in a room, the size of a small apartment really. There was a chain in the celling, making him able to walk around, but only in a selected rute. The chain around his neck was tight and made it hard to actually breathe, but the real pain in the ass was the anti-magic chains around his wrists, making him unable to reach the magic that should've been back by now after he had been drinking from Maeve. He couldn't even siphon them, which had made him laugh a few times. What was a few weeks in the dark for someone who had lived for as long as Joseph had? Finally. He heard something, it was the sound of someone coming down the bunker, maybe the girl had escaped? No, the aura was way to strong. The lights was turned on in the bunker, and it made him shut his eyes a little bit. "Miguel" he spoke with a bright smile, "so lovely seeing you here," he just stood there in the middle of the room. There was a white line marked on the ground, the line was how far someone could go without getting too close to him. He couldn't reach them behind that line. Joseph looked pale, mostly because Elenora had been draining him form blood, making his skin look almost grey. "You should have called, I would have cleaned up.. made some tea." He frowned a bit, "I wouldn't waste my time looking for her here - she went to a meeting of mine.. She will be in good hands," he couldn't put his stupid grin aside. Joseph shook his head a little, "I told her not to go, but.. she is a stubborn little thing isn't she?"

The blue eyes watched Michael as he took off his suit jacket, and he couldn't hold back a short laughter. "Aw, are you here to punish me?" It was his own stupidity talking right now, and a part of him knew that very well. He had done things, way to many things that was on a list of pissing Michael off - some of them wasn't really because of Michael, but it was also like Michael knew everyone around here. Joseph didn't answer on who, he already knew Calvin wouldn't be fond of him for not showing up - however, he did hope he liked the pretty company instead. "Well.. It's not like I have super vision or anything - some people.. oooh - they see everything." Joseph took a deeper breath in, feeling uncomfortable by the chain around his neck. "See, I know you are mad.. but it's all over now, so I say we just move on and go back to before all of this," he then said looking at Michael with a brighter smile. "Okay.. Okay, I will give you a hint on where she might have gone," he then announced - mostly just to give himself a little chance. After all, Joseph valued his own survival very much. "I had a meeting in Southside, so.. If she hasn't returned yet.. yikes.. I guess she might be dead already." Joseph sighed a bit, he didn't mind if she were. But he didn't really know, he didn't even know if she had went, but if she was anything like Michael - which to his observation she was, funny enough - she had went straight to the point. "She reminded me of you, you both have this serious-face-thing going on." Had he just referred to Elenora in past-tense? Yeah, he did realize that few seconds later.

Joseph had to admit it would be a shame if she was dead. Also, it would likely make this his final home if she was, wouldn't it. Joseph thought about that for a second, he didn't really like that scenario. "You know what you need? You need a little bit of hope, I've heard it should do absolute wonders." Joseph could feel his muscles tense a little bit, he hated this new found worry he had taken on after being separated from the human and the demon. Like if Michael had asked nicely, who knew, perhaps he would just have told him, who really knew.

How the story about the boy who cried wolf repeated. There was no way that Michael was going to believe everything he said, he knew he had betrayed that trust months ago, but he also had a long history with Michael. At some point, he would realize that there was no lies right now, the only thing Joseph had to lose right here was his life, and it was pretty damn easy to do so. Michael's rage was usually something Joseph was a huge fan off, when it was used on him. Collided with the cement wall behind him almost took his breath away, he didn't have much strength to recover from. He couldn't even touch his own nerves to numb the pain, every vein in his body was already burning enough as it was from hunger. Joseph felt Michael's fist around his neck, and the blue eyes starred into the archangel's. It wasn't like he didn't want to give off any information, he just hadn't a lot of resources on how to help people who hurt you. Joseph felt the ongoing burn around his entire body caused by the electrocution and he screamed up, till Michael let go of him. For at short moment at least. It was already hard enough to breathe as it was.

Once again the siphoner was meeting the lovely wall he had been starred at the past weeks, but it wasn't really the kind of embrace he had in mind. The blue eyed siphoner watched the archangel as he talked about a weapon, of course he had brought a new toy with him. Joseph wasn't the one to show fear, he didn't believe in fear, but for some reason - that stupid link had made him connect more with the human parts of him, at least just a little bit. He blamed Ajax for having been in his mind space and opening a bunch of books and leaving them open before they had been separated. Joseph took a deeper breath in and collected himself. "I see you have talked to the lovely Cecilia," he mumbled to himself, mostly to realize how screwed he really was. There was a reason he had worked slowly on breaking the link, to buy himself more time. "Alexis Capri," he then said on the next exhale. "I was going to meet with the manager of Alexis Capri, she wanted to check it out -" Joseph tried to catch his breath. "Does the name Calvin Ambrose mean anything to you?" One thing was having a lot of people you liked working together with, one thing was picking favorites. Joseph was good at picking favorites, and he had two personal favorites. "Come on, I have no reason to lie -"

The whole week had been surprisingly busy and he was somewhat tired. There had been a lot of people he had had to help cross over from the mortal realm to the underworld and a lot of them had been incredibly scared, draining his powers slowly. So many prayers, seemingly out of nowhere. He wondered if by coming back to Heaven he somehow had triggered the belief in him down on earth. It had reached the end of the day before Remy finally sat down, exhaling in a large sigh, content with his day’s work. He had done well and was still happy and proud to be more active in his duties. The week had only been more hectic considering that Michael had put some sort of heads on Joseph, attempting to track him down because of the whole ordeal with Clarissa. Remy had not confided in Michael that he had sought out the Siphoner a few weeks ago to tell him to lay low and stop messing with his brother - words that he had meant from the bottom of his heart, fearing for Joseph's safety. Words that were only more important after he had found out what Joseph was actually after. He hoped that his old friend had taken his words to heart and for once listened to him. He needed to stop this dangerous obsession of his.
Remiel rolled his eyes at the sappy thoughts and shook his head as he sat down for the first time all day, feeling the soreness in his legs as he did so.
At the end of the day Remy had his own little ritual of making sure that his friends and family were safe. He always started with Uriel, hoping that today would be the day he would finally get to see him again - it had been so long, and he was frustrated that no one could seem to find him and a still little scared of what had happened to him. Alas today was another day of fog and nothingness as his eyes turned green and he used his divine vision. Just fog. With another sigh he decided to check on Jos-

You need a little bit of hope.
The voice reached him before the vision did. It wasn’t always that he could hear what was happening when he was seeing people; usually only if they were praying. This felt very similar to a prayer and it made the hairs on his neck raise. Joseph never prayed. He took in the room around his old friend, knitting his eyebrows as he saw it all. The chains, the drained, pale face of Joseph and -
Michael?!
Remy couldn’t help an annoyed growl. Jesus. What on Earth was that? A flare of anger shot though him. If Michael had captured Joseph and continued the search on him that meant trouble. He growled to himself. God damnit. He hadn't spoken to Michael a lot since his return and sensed that his brother was not just very busy but also a little disappointed in him for having left for those 80 years. He drew air in through clenched teeth before teleporting.

After a long and tiresome day he missed the exact spot he had wanted to teleport to by a few irrelevant meters, but it didn't exactly help his mood. The winter air cooled down his heated cheeks as his perfect vision scanned the forest ground in search of the bunker. Everything was bright and colourful to him, even in the darkness around them. He scoffed as he followed the weakly covered steps of his brother and, he saw, someone else. Someone less heavy with smaller feet. A woman. He knitted his brows before pushing the heavy doors open and stepping down into the bunker to be met by hissing voices.
"Come on, I have no reason to lie -"
"You didn’t have a reason to lie to me back in Autumn either. Yet you did."

It sent shivers down his back and fear slowly crept into his body. This was serious. Remiel stepped further down and took in the scene in front of him just in time to see a drop of blood fall to the floor from Joseph's neck. He had no idea if they'd heard him, but heavily assumed so as his aura wasn't exactly weak. Breathlessly he took a few quick steps towards them, nearly gliding across the floor. Michael had his back turned to him but by now Joseph had surely seen him. Calmly, with an almost serene softness, he gently put his hand on his brother's shoulder, trying his best not to put any sort of pressure that could make him flinch and push the blade forwards.
"Please don't," he whispered fearfully. "That's enough, Michael. Please."

He did have a point, not even Joseph could run from that twist of a lie. He wanted Ajax gone, who could really blame him? If Ajax couldn't take this as a hint, then the demon was just beyond stupid. The cut stung still burned on his skin, as his body refused to heal any of the damage done to him. It was a long time since he had felt so weak, he knew how he his choice of words, would have a say in the outcome of this. Even captured and placed in a corner, Joseph knew how to trade his words carefully. Joseph did listen to Michael's words, look now who wasn't telling the truth. See, Joseph did care about their partner-ship, he had just cared more about getting the demon out of Saga's hands or Saga out of the demon's hands. There was something with in love and war there was no rules, but perhaps it used to be used in a different setting. Joseph had concluded that his decision in that topic had been anything but good, and maybe that his plan wasn’t as great as he first thought – actually, Remiel had made him realize that. The whole training Cecilia to reach Rebekah’s dagger had been an epic idea, but an idea. Yes, he still dreamed off it, but as for now it was just a dream. The time out he’d had while being here had made him come to terms with a lot of other plans and people he needed to visit when he got out. Isolation was no joke, Joseph missed talking to other creatures than rats. Joseph closed his eyes for a short second, almost feeling this odd sensation of hope reaching him. Perhaps, him being this weak made him able to let it in.

Joseph’s senses were on it's peak after being starved, it was almost impossible not to catch the scent of Remiel. However, for a short moment he was sure that it was just false hope. That he could for all simply be hallucinating it, because why would Remiel travel all this way here? Perhaps, Joseph was on the edge of feeling just hopeless as he had reached the bottom of the powerlessness days ago. The scent and aura of Michael had always been well known to Joseph because they had worked together for centuries, however, the story was different with Remiel. Remiel and Joseph had another story, and their bond was stronger for that reason. There was only one person who ever had been able to reach behind the many layers of masks the siphoner owned, and that was Remiel. Joseph was just lucky Michael still saw him of value enough to keep him alive, but at this point Joseph didn't really care that Michael pressed the knife underneath the siphoner's chin. Joseph knew he had no real value to Michael other than being a source of information. "That is all I know," he whispered as he held his breath, not looking Michael in the eye. No, he was looking Remiel in the eye as he now saw him. Remiel. He at least thought he saw him, still not sure if the electrocution had done a number on his brain, but he could feel he was there and hear his voice. It was the voice that made Joseph realize it was real, and perhaps there was a reason to be hopeful.

Michael's hand grabbed onto his wrist with a speed and a force that automatically had Remiel take a startled step back. The surprised look in his brown eyes quickly hardened and despite of the icy words being thrown at him, he held the cold gaze of his brother, determined not to flinch or be the one to look away first. His jaw twitched lightly as he clenched the muscles.
Remy knew well that it wasn't wise to sneak up on powerful beings in general but he had confidently relied on his calming aura to avoid any incidents. Apparently he had been mistaken. He was well aware that his brother was feeling the pressure from everyone around him these days, but couldn't help to feel a little offended at the aggressive reaction. It made his brown eyes darken a little. “I didn’t exactly sneak, now did I brother.” With a huff, he pulled his arm back from the clasp of Michael's loosened grip and took a step back, putting a larger distance to the angry archangel. His entire aura was flickering a little and Remiel didn't like it one bit. He pinched his lips together to a tight line as the disappointment in his brother’s voice was heavy and sharp.

Remiel finally drew his gaze away from Michael and focused on Joseph. He couldn’t ever recall having seen him this poorly before. The blood was still dripping down from his neck and he looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten for weeks. It sparked a flicker of anger in him and he turned back towards his brother with thunder behind his eyes. A look very far from the pleading fearfulness he had displayed a minute ago.
“Oh, I have got plenty of things I would like to tell you,” Remy replied, his voice heavily sarcastic. “Since when did you become this filled with hatred?” He snapped. “Look at him! How can a sight like that ever bring you anything but agony!?”
Arguably, torture affected Remiel more than most other angels as it was a game of breaking down an individual’s hope. He could never do that. The only times he had ever harmed people like that it had been by the word and demand of God; the only time he ever would. Seeing Joseph so close to breaking made him utterly fearful, not only because it was his friend but because Remiel himself had hope for the Siphon to change his behavior. He hadn’t always been evil nor was he always bad and he simply couldn’t lose hope in the fact that there was plenty of goodness left.
Remy’s fingers itched to reach his old friend and help him but the strange weapon Michael carried was one to steer clear of; and he felt he had to talk his brother down before getting overly sentimental. Joseph had after all saved his life once. There was no way he could let him die if he had a say in it. Going against Michael or not.

No, he never did much without a plan, but meeting with Calvin was simply a part of the research. Sometimes, Joseph liked to just observe and analyze people before finding out if he wanted to work alongside them. Some people were difficult to get information around if you hadn't been spending too much time with them. "Sometimes I get my information by listening, you should know that," he mumbled a bit almost unable to talk from his chains being too tight around his throat. He didn't say much after that, it was wasting his energy - especially since Remiel had showed up and the two brothers started talking. He made eye contact with Remiel shortly as he looked at him. Oh, Joseph hated feeling like this like death would sneak up on him soon. Joseph wasn't really used to people defending him or standing up for him - or that was a lie. Remiel had always had his back or believed at least there was hope out there for him. He had believed that since they first met, but back then Joseph had also been a lost cause and a complete train wreck. At least it seemed like Michael was occupied with Remiel for a moment, or it wasn't a relief really. Michael had every right to be angry, if Joseph had been more human he would understand it. That link had made Joseph far to sentimental, or was it the hunger and lack of sleep playing tricks on his mind? A mix of everything perhaps. If it had been any other day, in any other setting - he would have lived for seeing these two debating - right now it just made him uncomfortable.  

It annoyed Joseph he couldn't even get himself to enjoy it one little bit, and he just stood here gasping for air. He was sure that his face was about to turn more purple than to his liking, or maybe it was just something he imagined. After all, he couldn't really look at himself to tell how exhausted he looked. He could only take Remiel's word for him looking terrible. He really needed to get those handcuffs off. With magic he would at least start feeling like himself again. He hadn't felt like himself ever since the link broke. Even if he were more vampire than witch at his point, he still needed blood to stay awake and even if his neck could snap without him dying - he would still need blood to actually heal from that damage - especially in this state where Joseph wouldn't even be strong enough to stand on his own feet for two long. His legs were shaking from keeping himself up, and even if the chain was long enough him not to get hanged if he should collapse - he didn't want to come off as too weak.

Joseph kept his eyes on them observing, there was not much more he could do than just hang in there. The siphoner took every word in spoken, analyzed their body language and expressions. The silence from him was dangerous, but it also seemed like the two archangels were getting too heated up. Joseph's expression changed shortly to the words of there being hope for him, it was still surprising to him that Remiel could keep up hope for him. Joseph's eyes shifted to Michael as he went over to loosen the chains a little bit, making it much easier to breathe. "Thank you very much," he mumbled a bit as he took a slightly deeper breath. The siphoner coughed a bit, his airways sore and he didn't even want to imagine how awful the bruise would be from this.

He kept his eyes once again on the two brothers arguing, reminding him oddly enough of the times he had vented with his own brother back in the day. The lack of blood and magic did really make him think back, bloody flashbacks. Of course he had been playing Michael like a violin for a few times too many, taking it a bit too far. "Excuse me.. Ca- okay." He stopped himself knowing it should perhaps not be the best time to speak - at least for him. Joseph sighed a bit, feeling like he was standing in a custody battle - just waiting for the parents to agree. "As much as I would love to listen to you two arguing all night - day - whatever time it is.. what day is it even?" He frowned a bit realizing he had no idea how long he had been here either way. "Huh, seems like I lost track of time," he looked a bit disconnected around the room, clearly not himself, it was like he was lost in his thoughts and couldn't quite combine everything. Or at least for a small second as he starred into the wall next to them, blankly and then he looked a little bit up to the ceiling and his pupil dilated a little as his brain got back into its usual workplace. "Oh, yes - you should uncuff me," he turned his eyes to Michael. Was he playing with fire here, most likely. "You are wasting time here, so question is - do you want to save Elenora or stand here discussing my behavior with Remiel?" Joseph didn't really care about saving poor delicate Elenora from Calvin, but he knew it meant something to Michael and changing his perspective on the situation could perhaps be in his own favor - it was at least worth a shot.

Problem was, that, yes, Michael would have definitely done the same had it been a stranger. Less emotionally, less personally and much quicker, but he would have done it none the less - that much Remiel could tell from the absolute despise that shone through the bright blue eyes of his brother. That was enough to know that he felt entirely justified in doing whatever he had been doing. Remy was still missing a few pieces of the puzzle to fully understand what had actually happened and what Joe had done to piss off Michael this much. He knew the answer to Michael's question wouldn't be in his or Joseph's favour, and ended up clenching his jaw without replying.
Remy had seen Joseph do good. He had seen it up and close and it had been what had driven their complicated friendship since that day - he had always so desperately hoped to see it again. He knew it came in little flashes or waves, but it had been a while since it had happened, and once again, that didn't exactly favour what he was trying to convince Michael of. The scolding made him look up in frustration. "Excuse me?" He growled. "Do you think me that much beneath you, brother, that you doubt and question my ability to judge? That I would allow pure evil to roam Earth?" Ubelievable.

Excuse me.. Ca- okay.
Remiel had raised a hand, firmly staring at Joseph, to stop him from saying anything stupid. This was no time to play games. He had clearly done something extraordinarily stupid to upset Michael this much, and it would be wise for him to close his mouth before upsetting him further. Alas, his little warning didn't seem to help much at all. Joseph blabbered on having Remy suppress the urge to roll his eyes.  
Do you want to save Elenora or stand here discussing my behavior with Remiel?
The sentence seemed to echo in his mind before he turned to Joseph with a puzzled look on his face. Eleonora? He couldn't recall any Eleonoras with enough importance to provoke such a responce in his brother. He didn't like not knowing. Maybe this was the woman who's footsteps he had noticed outside the bunker. Michael moved, making Remy shift is attention back to his brother, confirming his theory about the girl having been in the bunker.
Remiel furrowed his eyebrows, reaching out to gently take the thin stand of hair that was given to him. He realised he had been a little to quick to jump to conclusions, and that just perhaps, he didn't actually know what was going on here. He had never shied away from admitting to being wrong but admittedly it stung a little, having to do it in front of Michael. He turned sideways, turning his back on Joseph to face his older brother and give him his full attention. This flash of pained longing that flashed across Michael's face, was all he needed to take the matter seriously.
"Apologies, brother," he muttered, his eyebrows still firmly knitted in his forehead. His posture and body-language had changed drastically within seconds. With a straightened back and a firm nod, all anger and annoyance had left his body. A sharp stab of guilt found its way to his heart knowing that he had been yapping about irrelevant things, whilst someone was in apparent danger. He sucked a breath of air in through clenched teeth, still holding on to the delicate, brown hairstrand. "Okay," he replied, breathlessly. He would always help Michael if he asked for it; something that happened remarkably seldom, so even with this strange ultimatum he had been given by his brother, he knew that he did it for him. Not for some ulterior motive to free Joseph, though he certainly wouldn't complain about that.

Remiel closed his eyes. When he opened them back up, his usually warm, brown eyes had turned turquoise, and he no longer saw the room in front of them.
It was foggy. Someone had used magic. He grunted in annoyance; this meant he had to actually make an effort. Why could it never be easy. Breaking through magic walls wasn't fun, but after a few seconds he managed; mentally noting down he had gotten a little slow at that and needed to step up his game.
Mucky. Man, the place was mucky. Mucky, dirty, dark. His eyebrow furrowed, taking in the scenery. A very beautiful brunette was sat in a steel-framed bed. The back of the wall had splattered, dry blood all over it. A rug on the floor. Black mold in the corners. A chain. The girl was a little dirty herself. Her hair was wild and her face had been bruised but her hands were in the worst state out of all of her. Chipped nails from scratching, and bloody, blistered fingers from pulling the chain that had been locked around her ankle. The whole room shone of misery and the girl looked absolutely broken. Broken and bewildered. At least she hadn't lost hope.
Remy blinked again, the bright eyes turning dark. His face hadn't softened up, far from it, and instead of turning to Michael he turned to Joseph. "Explain," he snapped harshly. "What hellish place is this?" A Southside motel, obviously, that much he had seen, but it was clearly not all there was to it. It looked more like a prison.

He watched Michael as he went to Remiel for help, the tone of his voice changed. See, Joseph had never really understood that level of caring. He didn't share the same feeling for Alicia or his two other daughters for that matter. He didn't understand that state of mind, and it only made him frown for a few seconds - but no words left the siphoner's mouth while he watched Remiel get to work. He knew better than to disturb him while was going his thing. Joseph didn't even look at Michael, and it seemed like the change of topic had changed things in the room, at least for a while. The siphoner only looked at Remiel, one thing was he cared a lot about Remiel the other was that Joseph was curious by nature. He was curious what Remiel saw, he always was. Then he blinked, and their eyes met making Joseph sigh a bit. "Alexis Capri, or that is where I know she was going," he kept his gaze at Remiel. Joseph was a trickster, a liar and a manipulator - but he never lied to Remiel, he didn't have any reasons to. Then again, Remiel was also the only person who could manage to actually anger Joseph, because his words were the only words that actually hit him. "I don't know what Calvin is doing, and I don't know what you just saw. But with a locater spell, she is easy to track if I channel you," he pointed out looking way more serious than he usually did. "As far as I'm told he rarely keeps people around this long," he added, only knowing very little - he did prefer to learn from being in the room with a person rather than rumors. The most stupid thing he could do right now was not helping or at least not do something if he wanted to at least be on anything but the bad side of Michael - this was the way to do it. "So, trust me, when I say time is running out -" once again he didn't look at Michael, he knew Michael wouldn't take his words for anything. And yes, Michael could storm to Southside and tear the whole city apart if he wanted - but if she weren’t there, it would be a waste of time or if she was well hidden. Joseph didn't know and he hated being left in the dark. He still hated his entire setting, being powerless and having nothing to put on the table other than his service.

It still echoed in his ear through. You will suffer the consequences, what a terrible ringing in his ears. If anything Joseph wasn't going to let the wrath of Michael be anything for Remiel to suffer. He would make sure of that, in some way, he had no idea yet - or if it would ever even come to that. He just knew he wasn't going to let it happen. "I have nothing to lose while being tied up here," he pointed out finally looking at Michael. Michael had seen him use his magic before, seeing him absorb magic from buildings and other spells. It wasn't a question whether that the siphoner could help, but more if it were worth letting him go for. He was too weak to do anything at all, even if his handcuffs were taken off he didn't have much vampirism to take from, not till after he had something to drink though. Joseph turned his eyes to Remiel again.

She's my daughter.
Remiel's lips parted slightly as he regarded his brother. Surprised was an understatement. He knew that Michael had many children - he even knew many of them and regarded them as close family, but he had not heard of Eleonora and he had clearly been away when this Ethan had become a part of Michael's life. It fuelled his embarrassment of having delayed something this important. He was nothing without his family. "She's your daughter?" He whispered breathlessly, sounding nearly fearfull. The girl was in a bad shape. Really bad. Especially if she was a human.
"Joe," he growled, his voice turning dangerously low as he turned towards the Siphoner. Though beaten and weak, he clearly still had the energy to talk, so Remy pushed his worried in the back of his mind and focused on the tast ahead of him instead. "It's his daughter," he repeated, his voice simmering of absolute, pure judgement. It wasn't many months ago, that Remy had sought out Joseph in the forest, and there, they had most definitely had a talk about the fact that family was sacred and would be an unforgivable mistake to involve in anything. He could have flashed just about a million swearwords at Joe, but pinched his lips together to avoid such a scene. Time could be spent on something better, he told himself.

She is easy to track if I channel you.
Remy narrowed his eyes at the Siphoner. "I don't need you to track her," he commented bluntly, the mere thought being rather offensive. Tracking people was his biggest gift in life; and the only reason he could have ever found the two of them in this oddly isolated bunker as well. "This is clearly not just a Motel," he added quickly, raising an eyebrow at him. What he had seen was utterly disgusting. Obviously something else was going on at this place. If he had more time he could check out the entire building. He turned to Michael, as he came back down the stairs, throwing a bag of blood to Joseph. A light flutter of happiness surged in his stomach at the prospect of having settled the fight a little and ensured that Michael wouldn't be using whatever that horror of a weapon had been, on Joe.
Remy quickly cleared his throat, attempting to shoo away the slight smile that had sneaked onto his lips. "She's in the basement area but it's heavily protected with magic."

Yes, Elenora was Michael's daughter and Joseph sighed to Remiel pointing it out. Now it wasn't like he was the one who had kidnapped the stupid child, she was the one who had gotten her hands on him. However, despite wanting to point that out to Remiel, he didn't. Regarding Remiel, Joseph knew better, sometimes at least. The siphoner sent Michael a bit smile, as he mentioned that he assumed that Joseph would need blood for something like that. Indeed, he did, the last time he had even tasted a sip of blood was in the beginning of this stupid month. Oh, how things had turned around. Joseph watched Michael carefully as he left the room, then turning his blue eyes towards Remiel. I don't need you to track her, the siphoner snorted a bit, only hearing the first few words of that sentence, or at least chose to only hear that. "You talk like I planned for this to happen, I wouldn't be here if I meant for this to happen now would I?" Joseph snapped back as if he was a misunderstood teenager being lectured by his father.

Michael returned and Joseph managed to just catch the blood, not thinking twice before drinking the entire thing. He was old, he could handle a little starvation, better than most vampires could without losing control. I didn't mean he was hiding the fact how much he actually had been in need of this. The chains only blocking his magic, not his strength, and with this new found strength from the blood, he didn't think twice before breaking them. They were meant to hold witches, not vampires and had never even met a siphoner before. "That was much better," he breathed out and moved his hands to the collar while listening to Michael's question. "That is a really good question. I mean, one day I was minding my own.. then suddenly this wave of hurt started rushing through me.. and I fell down -- and yeah you don't care about that part," Joseph reminded himself and made sure the bag of blood was completely empty. He already felt his magic kickstarting from gaining power from the blood. "But I drank her blood to break the link.. or at least help break the link thing - and it drained my magic, so - while I was weak and vulnerable, or something remotely close to that, Elenora managed to get the upper hand - and here I ended up, thanks to Rachel," he pointed towards the small hole in the wall where the rat beforehand had been. "I wasn't completely alone the past days."

She's in the basement area but it's heavily protected with magic. A bigger smile lighted up on the siphoner's lips, as he turned his head towards Remiel. Oh, he did need him after all. Knowing wasn't likely he would just admit that, that they both would just admit that. "Oh, if only you knew someone who is able to absorb any kind of magic," he pointed thoughtfully towards his chin for a second, before pointing at himself with a smile. "Oh yes, me" he chuckled help but give of a light chuckle, mostly just happy to feel like himself again. He broke the collar off let it fall to the ground. "I guess you need me after all." Joseph folded his hands together and rubbed his hands in excitement. Now, he hadn't really been outside this room for almost a month or seen anything but these walls - of course he was excited.

Michael's question was one Remy had been wondering himself for the past few minutes after it had come to light that it wasn't in fact his brother that had captured the Siphoner but a mere human girl. It was no small feat for anyone really and although he wouldn't have been surprised if Michael managed - he had a whole army on his side after all - it genuinely was quite shocking for a human. A small-framed, young, female human.
I drank her blood to break the link.
Remy's head perked up in surprise at the reply. As if it logically was supposed to make the whole ordeal make sense, the reality was the complete opposite to him. Michael's daughter had been the cure to break the link all along? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Eleonora has link-breaking blood, does she?" He asked and couldn't help a slight amusement to enter his tone of voice. "What a strange coincidence." Sometimes the world just came together in the most mysterious ways. He was also genuinely thrilled that the other human, Cecilia Rivers, would finally be free of that link she had carried for so long. And whoever the third one involved had been. He turned to Michael's worried eyes and gave him a slight nod. He had never been very physically affectionate with any of his siblings except perhaps Uriel and Zadkiel, yet he gave in to the urge of grabbing onto Michael's hand, as he placed it on Remy's shoulder. A little reassurance perhaps, that he believed Eleonora would be okay. Then they were swallowed by light.

Travelling by teleportation was a means of travel he was very used to, and he didn't blink when a whole new world opened up in front of them. He didn't know, however, how often Joseph had done it and cast a look his way to make sure he wouldn't be nauseous, like some people got.
His eyes, however, quickly got dragged onto the motel. Flashy red neonlights and half of the street unlit created the perfect ambiance for a place Remiel despised. The air felt thick of something he couldn't quite put his hands on and it immediately made him uneasy. He shuddered. Just as he was about to throw out a complaining comment of 'not liking this', Michael's voice reached him and he drew a large breath, before activating his powers again. Slowing them down, it took his look through a hallway, down some stairs. More stairs. Grey stone walls with moss and mold. A long hall and then a door. He knew that she was behind the door even before virtually entering the room. Still on the bed as she had been minutes earlier.
"She's in the basement." He repeated what he had seen the first time around.

"Elenora? What no, No-" he pointed to Michael to be very direct that he had not fed on his daughter's blood. "This little, tiny human - Miss.. Doe.. No.. Soe.. Poe. Miss Poe - and she offered, just to make things clear." Joseph pointed out turning his eyes to Remiel again. He could have been drinking Elenora's blood to be fair, if he had the chance and the stubborn human hadn't gotten a hold on him first. Then the light travelled them.

She is in the basement, Joseph couldn't help but smirk a little bit. Such classic move, he thought while scratching his chin a little bit. Taking a step forward being a stopped by the magical barriere, lifting his hand up, looking like a child that just had gotten his first Christmas present. "Yeah, I smell her blood, hear her heartbeat -" he replied in a lower mumble, before he started to absorb the magic from the spell that was placed around the building. Strong magic. He liked it, feeling the power returning to his drained body. This had been far too long, and he didn't waste time till it was all gone. "That is what I'm talking about," he took a deeper breath in, feeling restored for the first time in a month. "Many things here are not as they seem, Mr. Ambrose has a flair for mastering illusions -" Joseph clapped his hands turning to the angels for a second, then he began to walk towards the trace of Elenora's scent - because the last thing he wanted to do was to be in the way of Michael getting his daughter. Only because he knew Michael would end him on the spot if he did. Joseph took a deeper breath in of the fresh winter air, it was good to be out.