OUAT Peter Pan Imagines

The Prettiest Faces

Neverland. Peter Pan. That's all Dad said to me before he sent me on my mission. Who's my dad? Well, that's complicated. Some call him Hades, others call him Lucifer, or Satan. To many he is the father of lies, king of dragons, to all, he is the devil. But to me, he's dad.

Every once in awhile, he'll send me on an errand. Today, he wanted me to go see Peter Pan.

No, not Peter Pan in green tights and a cap, but the demon. Yeah, you heard he's a demon, well he is, literally. He was cut with a shadow blade, which meant he became one of Dad's demons. He stabbed himself because it was the only way he could live forever without the heart of the truest believer.

Now dear old dad wanted to mess around with him. So he sent me, the girl as beautiful as an angel, but monstrous as a demon, to have some fun with Pan. I had to admit, I was looking forward to messing around with a hormonal teenage villain. Not to mention, hot dang.

So I flew into Neverland in my dragon form and landed in a clearing somewhere close to the middle of the island. Seconds after I morphed back to human, cloaked boys bearing bows and arrows came out of the trees and aimed their weapons at me.

I simply mocked fear and said in the sweetest voice I could muster; "Oh no! I'm surrounded by Lost Boys, whatever will I do?"

"Well considering your on my island and I don't know who you are, you'll state your business here." A boy with shaggy dark blonde hair stepped forward, smirking as if it came naturally. Then I reminded myself, this is Peter Pan, of course it comes naturally. It's practically permanent.

"Well I suppose that would be the nice thing to do, but unfortunately, I'm not nice." I giggled. "But luckily, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll appease your wishes Pan. My father sent me here because he decided it was high time he had a little fun with his new toy, Peter Pan. And what better way to play with a boy like you, than send him a girl like me."

"I see you know who I am but I still don't know who you are. Who is your father to treat me this way? And what is your name girl?" Pan asked curiously.

"My father, well you may know him as the devil, or the king of dragons. Me, I suppose you can call me, Nevermore." I smiled evily.

Pan chuckled and rubbed his temples with his hand. When he looked back up, he had the look as if he'd just realized something. "Well, Nevermore, now that we know who your father is you might as well show us what you look like in your birth form instead of human form."

I rose an eyebrow and smiled, "I surmise you're right."

I changed into my demon form and from my back sprouted my enormous scaly black wings with sharp points at the tip. My horns came from my head in a curved but not spiral manor, and I felt my pupils turn to slits. My fangs came out, glistening white. From my waist length black hair I saw the fiery red streaks appear. But other than that, my looks were unaltered.

When I was done, I sighed and stretched my wings out as if I'd just woken from a nap. "It feels good to stretch your wings every once in awhile."

"You're a MONSTER! But, but- how?!" One of the boys squeaked.

I chuckled and walked right up to him, place one of my long, sharp nails under his chin.

"All the worst monsters have the prettiest faces." I said sweetly, then I walked back towards Pan. "I mean just look at Peter here..." I stroked Pan's jawline. Unsurprisingly, he seemed tense, but tempted to lean into my touch.

But something strange happened, when I touched his skin, electricity surged through me and I quickly drew my hand away.

"Besides, monster is a bit rash. I prefer, demon." I smirked and walked past Pan. "By the way Pan, Dad says that I'll be staying at your place. I don't care if you mind."