The Lost Boys • Imagines

Imagine #41 - Lost Boys

Imagine being Queen of the Supernatural and falling in love with the boys.

A/n: shoutout to SapphireTerry for the idea!
Hope you enjoy! And I'm sorry for being kinda inactive, I've been struggling a bit 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 1236

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There have been rumours circulating throughout the world of the strange and unusual. Most of these rumours are fixated on one topic: the Queen.

No one actually knows what she looks like, which may seem odd, but the fact is that she is powerful. And that power gives her the ability to steal away any details that could put her in danger.

So, whenever someone sees her, she simply magicks their memories, giving her a shapeless form instead of her usual features.

She is a queen after all, and she must protect herself.

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You sigh heavily and lean forward atop your golden throne.

"What is it now?"

The pathetic demon before you gulps, trying to hide his shaking hands from your keen eyes.

He manages to speak, "Y-your Highness, there is an issue with the Northern Wolf Pack. They've been hunting humans."

"So? Werewolves kill a few humans every year. Why is this issue worthy of my attention?"

"They, uh, killed a whole town."

Your eyes narrow, "A whole town? A whole town?!"

You stand in one fluid motion, summoning your broadsword to your outstretched hand. The crown atop your head glows a bright amber as you proceed to walk from the throne room.

Nervous, the demon follows you a few paces back, quickly informing you of the whole situation.

Either way, supernatural creatures are only allowed to kill so many people in one place unless the situation allows for more.

Busy cities populated by runaways and other undesirables are good places for feeding. There, your subjects are allowed to feed quite often.

The area where the Northern Wolf Pack resides is not a busy city. In fact, it's the opposite. A tightly knit community of two hundred people, the town doesn't stand a chance against a pack of angry werewolves.

"I warned them," you scowl.

The demon nods, "Y-yes, your Majesty."

"You're dismissed. I will deal with them myself."

The demon watches you open a portal with your bare hands, shying away as you disappear in a flash of light.

~

Their punishment was swift and merciless, ending in multiple deaths and quite a large amount of injuries.

Of course, you remained unscathed, quietly observing the survivors pleading for their lives.

And now that that is all over, you're back in your throne room, bored out of your mind.

After all, there's not much to do in Hell, even when you're the monarch.

So, you decide to do something you rarely do: go on vacation.

It's not like the underworld will stop if you take a few days off, right?

Besides, it's about time you treated yourself. And no one will disrupt the castle, seeing as you have many trusted castle guards and courtiers.

They'll be alright without you.