The Prince of Dallas is a charter that I found to be fun to write he's cocky, full of himself and extremely confident in his abilities. The Prince is the devil and his name was inspired by a story in the Bible about an angel from God being held up from delivering his message to Daniel by the Prince of the Persian Kingdom (Daniel 10:13 NIV).
This story is about a reporter having a ride along with the Prince to see how he deals with the troublemakers. Troublemakers is what Prince calls people who are true believers in God, because they do not follow the natural order. His main job is to stop these people from living there Faith and freeing others from his control in the process.
The Prince of Dallas
The reporter powered the video camera focusing on a tall man standing with white hair with pale gray roots, a squared face, black eyes; he appear like a man but from the nose, lips and chin are very feminine. His suit expenses tailor made black, holding a compact mirror staring at his face kissing the reflection, “It ought to be a crime to look this good,” Spoke the man.
“Ok I’m ready,” announces the reporter, “What is your name or what do they call you?”
“I am the Prince of Dallas, over 6 millions souls are subject to me, they follow the natural order of things and I control them. They live by lust, pride, selfishness and they all operate out of fear, they speak what I want them to say and they think what I say to think. I tell them to go to the right or left and they obey, I have the power over all of them, I’m a god,” he laughs, “but there is a small minorities that do not follow the natural order of things, the troublemakers. They live by Faith and believe in the promises of their God and want to spread their message into my kingdom and I will not let that happen.” His face ridged glaring at the reporter, “Come I will show you how I deal with them,” marching to the corner of the street, the reporter trying to keep up, the prince hop into firer red convertible sports car. The reporter barley seated as it squeals off into the darkness of the city streets. (continue reading the story go http://writingstoriesforfun.webs.com/theprinceofdallas.htm)
“Ok I’m ready,” announces the reporter, “What is your name or what do they call you?”
“I am the Prince of Dallas, over 6 millions souls are subject to me, they follow the natural order of things and I control them. They live by lust, pride, selfishness and they all operate out of fear, they speak what I want them to say and they think what I say to think. I tell them to go to the right or left and they obey, I have the power over all of them, I’m a god,” he laughs, “but there is a small minorities that do not follow the natural order of things, the troublemakers. They live by Faith and believe in the promises of their God and want to spread their message into my kingdom and I will not let that happen.” His face ridged glaring at the reporter, “Come I will show you how I deal with them,” marching to the corner of the street, the reporter trying to keep up, the prince hop into firer red convertible sports car. The reporter barley seated as it squeals off into the darkness of the city streets. (continue reading the story go http://writingstoriesforfun.webs.com/theprinceofdallas.htm)
