[[haha I love his insultxD
Also that trap spell Thauron did is meant to keep Abbadon wandering in circles. Essentially the bog itself will try to keep him from leaving. ]]
Thauron took a malicious delight in the demon insulting him though his body language never let that show. His training was too strict to allow such. Besides would the pleasure really be malicious if it was a demon?
"You could do plenty to me. But right now I'm advantageous enough for you to bide your time. Demons are good at that I hear so I better hope I'm lucky enough to win when the time comes."
The elf couldn't help taking the threat seriously, at first that is, Thauron had already turned on the demon in an instant. But then he only smiled back. It was a short smile, one that quickly vanished into the elf's stern face. "I don't know why yet but you need him alive. Sure you can hurt him to hurt me but...the only reason I need Sid alive is political." The elf was calm, practically clinical when he spoke. How the Sid reacted when he woke up would tell him plenty. Thauron also knew Sid better than the demon did. Things thus far relied on the demon's patience. Something he was pushing already.
About an hour later Thauron found the spot he was looking for. It wasn't a specific spot per se. Like Sid this swamp was unfamiliar to him, but it shared similar traits.
"Here. The place is saturated with magic so they shouldn't detect us." Using his index finger Thauron drew a protection spell over Sid. He and the demon were experienced enough to resist the effects of the dense magical aura of these bogs but the boy was not only inexperienced but too young. The chances were unlikely but even a weak one like Sid could gain massive and uncontrolled power here. Especially considering the boy's lineage Thauron didn't want to risk it.
After finishing the initial protection spell Thauron did two more: one to ensure the demon couldn't leave the bog without his consent, second to ensure he couldn't be killed without consequences.
The spells were rapidly done and, he hoped, effectively cast. The effort of it of course sapped his strength considerably. Thauron lied against a trunk helplessly as he started to grow faint. If at least the second spell worked properly there was still a very good chance he would live through the night. It is too late to back down though. He played his hand and now it was the demon's turn. Thauron prayed to his gods that he was crafty enough even for a demon as the world went out.