Hallucinations were not an easy spell to conjure, especially if she was to weave them so that the man in front of her would see his worst nightmare come to life again and again. She could sense his nightmares, the images he didn't want to quite voice aloud to her and used the power of her staff to start pulling at them, weaving them to manipulate him to her desires.
There was little doubt in Maleficent's mind that the pain at seeing the monster of Peter's dreams would cause him inexplicable amounts of pain, but that was no longer enough to quench her thirst. What had started as a game to bide her time as she contemplated how best to take over this world was slowly becoming an opportunity to use to her benefit.
It was obvious that the others who were displaced like her were the real threat to anything she wanted to cultivate in this world. It was also becoming apparent that they could and would begin filtering her from their communications. Considering she didn't have her trusty companion at her disposal any longer, it would be good to have some sort of eyes and ears on the inside to fill her on their every movement.
"Now, pet, I think there are a few things you can do for me. What do you say?"