the flower 2

The putrid demon stood square, feet planted solidly on the high rocky mountain's rough surface. Massive arms hung ready by its sides, while muscles twitched with anticipation, and hands tipped with razor sharp claws clenched tight and shook. Eyes filled with blood glowered down at a tiny flower with five lovely petals. The flower gazed up at the monster braced before it and said, "Go ahead, pick me,but consider this you demonic spectacle," as it bent its stem in and out of an S shape and never took its petals off the beast. "A lone flower thriving on a mountain surrounded by evil monstrosities and these monstrosities have battled upward for countless years, trying to destroy the lovely little flower, to no avail." The flower stood strait and leaning a bit closer to the demon, continued. "But you," it said, "You, have made it to the top and I can see in your eyes that you want to pick me, so, I say to you, foul soul,Go ahead, pick me...if you dare."