Zion, Mion and Dion were sisters, though not really sisters, more sisters, hearsay. Agreed upon by a pin-prick needle, three handshakes and the word of Zion; even if they weren’t truly sisters by blood, well by blood they now were.
The other sisters did not really want to follow Zion, it was that Zion had the loudest voice, and she was much taller than the others. When Mion and Dion were mad at Zion, they ran away from her, laughing together in the school playground shed and calling her a giraffe.
When Zion finally cared and overheard them, she bought a book of spells for pagans into school the very next day. She took them behind the shed where the teachers stored all the playtime toys and showed them its mature-looking cover.
The sisters were interested, cautiously handling every page and reading every spell with attention. Dion and Mion had different opinions. Dion loved the pages with love spells and Mion preferred the spells that healed and protected, though, Mion didn’t like any of it that much.
“Oh, Zion and Dion, you can’t be witches,” she groaned, staring at them with doe eyes.
Zion, upon hearing, showed Mion a big smirk and placed her knuckles on her hips, stretching her long neck side to side. “Why can’t I?” She spoke.
“Because it’s just not good,” Mion protested, a look of sadness took to her face. “It’s just not cool, Zion,” she explained again, trying to show some attitude.
Zion broke eye contact with Mion, swaying her big head to the side and pulling a sour look. “You just watch I don’t take your free will,” she said, unbothered.
Mion hated Zion, she wanted to pull Dion away from her by the hand though she knew by the look on Dion’s face that she liked the book. She thought she would take Zion’s side this time. Now she hated her blood, she hated that some part of Zion lingered beneath her skin.
She tried to make other friends, but they never clicked the way she did with Dion and Zion. She felt she didn’t belong, so she returned to them before that week ended.
When Mion and Dion got older they still weren’t quite as long or as bitchy as Zion, but they had lengthier legs and necks, just like Zion, and their heads weighed the same. The sisters liked jewellery, silver or gold, real or fake and always wore them around their necks and ankles. They liked earrings and diamond grills, makeup and clothes but above everything else, they desired to be loved and adored by many.
The sisters dressed differently from the other girls, wearing black ribbons and lace and showcasing their bosoms. At seventeen, the girls had different energies from each other, and people could tell they weren’t sisters from their faces' differing colours and outlines. Despite this, they would always stubbornly demand respect that they were.
One day, a group of girls from their high school, teased the girls by calling them lesbians and Zion lost her mind. She hurled a spell towards them, with a glint in her eyes as she snarled. When the girls in the group came into school the next day, they had woken up with bald heads, rashes and puss-filled warts.
Rumours went around, and all the girls and boys at their London high school stayed away from them from that day. This drained Zion of energy.
Zion was full of lust, though she strayed from receiving any attention, it was true that she was beautiful, but her hasty personality had caused people to stay far away.
Mion and Dion got attention, they had boyfriends way before her. It made Zion jealous, blinding her with rage; she devised another plan, one that the spell books could never contain.
“Have you heard about OnlyFans?” She said on a summer day, dressed in short shorts and a crop top that showed off her stomach. She grinned at the sisters with all-white glowing teeth as they lounged on her bed. Zion had got a tattoo on her ankle that weekend for her birthday, a black and white design that matched her gold anklet.
Dion raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes growing bigger as her lashes brushed against her brows. “OnlyFans?” She mimicked Zion, beginning to laugh as her head vibrated with curiosity.
Mion seemed timid, lightly brushing her shoulder with her hand as she stared hard at Zion. “Why do you ask?” she questioned suspiciously.
Zion couldn’t hold her smile, she turned her head to the side and folded her arms across her chest. “I used a spell for money last night,” she began, smiling widely as she moved her hands, so their bones sat beneath her chin. “Guess what came up?” she continued.
“What?” Mion replied blankly, with a frown on her face. She felt a bad intuition, that something about Zion wasn’t quite right.
“OnlyFans!” Zion answered, faking a smile, her eyes said, ‘I said.’ She let out a casual laugh. “Well, I’ve turned eighteen,” she provided confidently, “and you ladies only have a few months,” she finished. Zion's eyes began twinkling as her left brow raised.
“What are you trying to say?” Dion asked, an innocent smile crossing her face.
“Well? Why don’t I try it out first?” Zion proposed. She had a confident stride as she moved towards her bedroom window, looking back at them as she reached it.
Dion laughed, while Mion stared straight ahead blankly. “You can’t be serious,” Dion replied, feeling temptation rising, the corners of her mouth remained perked.
Zion narrowed her eyes, parted her lips and pressed her hands against her hips, elongating her body towards the girls. “I am serious,” she said, “if the Gods have answered my spells and provided OnlyFans as the answer, well am I stupid to decline?” She told them, the grimace hiding in her chest as she batted her lashes at them.
“What Gods?” Mion answered, feeling her defences rise towards Zion. She had never read about Gods in the Book of Spells.
“Oh, the God of the moons, child,” she said, rolling her eyes and using a sweet voice, that sounded nothing like her own. “Do you read?” She continued, turning her head to look at Dion with a one-sided smile, “It's as though she’s never heard of polytheism,” she finished, shaking her head a few times.
Dion felt warm as she stared at Zion, giggling at her uncertainly, she too had never heard of polytheism. Then, turning cold as she turned her head to Mion, her eyes narrowed delicately as she thought. “Why are you always such a bore, Mion?” she finally said. “Even with the book of spells, I almost took your side, and we wouldn’t have the power we have now,” she admitted her true feelings to Mion.
Mion was taken aback, she agreed that the power of the spells was real, but something took her away from that. She didn’t honestly feel that it was the book, but herself that made her magical. She opened her mouth to talk but Zion took her speech away.
“Dion’s right, I’m sorry Mion, but I’m only trying to do what’s best for you and us all. Look, we’re finishing sixth form now and we’re going to need money,” she began, opening her eyes wide, dramatically fashioned.
“You don’t even know if you want to go to university yet, Mion and look, I’ve got to be honest, but the gods are watching. When they heard my spell, they told me the truth. If we want to make money and find our heart's desires, then I should try it out on OnlyFans and get the truth for us,” Zion stated, staring down at the girls with a confident stance and blasé smile.
Dion and Mion stared back at her with wide eyes as they silently listened.
“Come on, I’m trying to be our martyr.” Zion persisted, opening her palms towards them.
“Look Mion, I don’t get your problem. Zion’s not asking you to try it now but she’s offering herself as a sacrifice… to our cause,” Dion said, nodding her head at Mion. “Why shouldn’t she try?”
“Zion is my sister, and I just don’t have a good feeling about this,” Mion admitted, shaking her head, and moving tensely as she folded her arms.
“Sisters for the better! Come on Mion, just trust me. Once I start up my account and post a few pictures maybe some videos…” Zion raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth upturning, she moved like a charmed snake, “You’ll see we’re going to make a lot of money.”
Zion took a deep inhale of air and then exhaled, she moved towards the bed and sat on the corner, taking Mion’s ankle with her hand.
Mion thought for a moment, staring back at Zion who was looking at her expectantly, with a warm expression on her face.
“I don’t know Zion, it just doesn’t sound right,” Mion voiced her thoughts honestly and confidently.
Zion stared at her with a blank expression, but she continued insisting. “You’ve got a lot to learn from me, I know a lot more than you about power. I can even teach you about polytheism,” she contributed, smirking and chuckling at the end of it.
Mion raised her arms and shrugged her shoulders, something she didn’t like stirred inside of her, “I don’t want to hear it,” she said. “It’s your body your choice,” she had finally decided, showing her palms in surrender.
Zion smiled harder at her, stroking her leg and turning to look at Dion, “Well sisters, why don’t we hold hands and chant a protection spell? Prepare to become rich women,” she grinned, raising her arms in the air.
Dion glowed at Zion, grabbing her hand and Mion’s. Zion reached her other hand out towards Mion and Mion hesitantly accepted it, a smile finally forming on her face as she did.
“By the waning moon, hear our call for protection, our cry for defence. By the elements of earth and air, moon and sun cast us a ward and shield us. Have mercy on us, oh dear deities, and protect us as we rise to prosper. Watch over us sisters as we follow your guidance,” Zion chanted, raising her head and bobbing it slowly after she finished, staring at the other two sisters eagerly.
Dion and Mion lightly nodded their heads, “By the elements of earth and air, moon and sun, cast us a ward and shield us sisters,” they chanted, accompanying each other, their eyes closed, nodding their heads as they felt a magical vibration between them. The three felt sparks like electricity race through their fingers, their grips loosened, and their hands fell possessions to themselves again.
Zion took her laptop out from underneath the bed, powered it on and logged into her account. She opened the web browser and navigated to OnlyFans, beginning to create her account on the website, she had taken photos earlier and she used them for her profile picture and in her first private set.
Dion and Mion watched in amazement, not completely sure how they felt. Zion looked good and they knew she would be able to make a lot of money, but for some reason, something wasn’t quite sitting right with them. When they left Zion’s house that night, she had already received a few followers and a purchaser of a monthly subscription, only proving to the sisters that Zion had been right about the existence of polytheism and deities and Gods in paganism.
Though, something still didn’t sit quite right with Mion.
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A year after Dion turned eighteen, Zion was almost nineteen, and Mion had just turned eighteen, Zion was a popular earner on OnlyFans and had attracted far more attention than Dion and Mion had after their months of joining.
Dion and Mion were determined to beat Zion and gain more attention than her, and Dion who was more determined, had almost reached her spot on the leaderboards quickly. They had spent more time in their bedrooms behind their laptops, most days, sometimes behind their digital filming cameras wearing tiny underwear sets.
Another year almost passed and by the time they were all nearly the age of twenty, the girls were rich enough that they didn’t need to create content to put on OnlyFans anymore. They had decided to take a gap year before going to university after graduating sixth form, but that never ended up happening and they were comfortable and popular around town. Everybody knew who they were, they were the girls who dared to stand out and be different to every other girl in the city.
Sure, London was a big place, but they knew that not every class produced a trio of pagan sisters who created naughty content for Onlyfans. They didn’t care to pretend who they were; they were confident in their roots; their sisterhood, and the gift the deities had provided them.
Zion had taught Mion and Dion all they knew about the Gods in paganism. The deities as she called them, were spirits, that lingered close to powerful witches. Unseeable to the eye, they hung around the sisters, protecting them and guiding them to their right path. Zion who claimed she could communicate with and see the deities, promised the deities liked the sisters, which is why they gave them power and all the answers. But Zion also told them that the deities were very malicious. They despised being disobeyed, and their spirits carried bad tempers.
Zion was a good actress, as demonstrated on her OnlyFans account where she remained in higher places on the leaderboard than Dion and Mion. She was popular on the website and had many fans and admirers.
Dion was jealous, she was once a rose, and she was now withering. She had developed skin concerns; oily skin, acne, and her scalp had turned very dry. After planning a strict schedule, of when to post and what, Dion’s thorns had stuck to the desk in her bedroom.
She learned to stop caring for herself because she didn’t need to see anyone in real life, and she thought she still looked good on camera. She would pick the dead skin from her scalp as she thought, creating cuts and sores with her nails and she would spend hours in front of her laptop, picking her scabs in mania. She wouldn’t wash her jet-black hair for days.
She spent her money on takeaway and always drank a tea of mustard seed and nettle leaf, with a few drops of orange essence, her favourite witch's weight loss tea. Yet still, she gained pounds, she just spent more money on bigger clothes and higher carats of diamonds.
She had money, popularity, attention, and everything she wanted, but still, something didn’t seem quite right. She felt that something loitered inside of her, that it waited around her corner as her demise. When she couldn’t stop crying, she called it her “whoremones.”
Mion was competitive by nature, perhaps that’s the reason she remained in the game. She was behind Zion and Dion on the website, and in a way, she was surprised, she felt she knew she was better than Zion. Far more attractive, she had long golden hair that made her look feminine, and she had bigger and perkier breasts.
At first, she had a boyfriend but when he found out she had an OnlyFans account, he broke up with her. Mion was heartbroken, she began running her fingers through her hair for comfort, and as time moved along and she grew more miserable, Mion started pulling out her hair and developed alopecia.
After this, Mion spent some of her time reading pagan books and books of spells, regularly casting spells of protection around herself to defend herself from evil eyes. Though Mion believed that because she was spending far less time with the sisters, her powers were dwindling, diminishing somehow by the absence of them.
For a few months, Zion was busy and almost always refused to meet the other sisters. She told them she was busy with her OnlyFans career, though promised she would make time for them. Zion’s head was almost constantly in the books, casting spells against her two sisters.
She cast a spell upon Dion that sat in her womb, a very nasty spirit that whined and wailed all day and pounded its fists and threw tantrums. She kept it living, chanting spells so the spirit lay dormant in Dion, Zion had complete control over it, choosing what to do in Dion’s interior.
She ruined her hormones and her skin; she had taught her brain to comfort eat and her metabolism to fluctuate. When Zion finally invited Dion and Mion out for a coffee, Dion was just a shell of the person she once used to be. Zion sneered at her, wondering how it was even possible that she had overtaken her on the website, though she hid the hatred well.
“Congratulations on getting more followers than me Dion, I’m so proud,” Zion congratulated her, smiling at her with red lipstick on her lips, dressed in an all-black dress and heavy black boots.
“Proud?” Dion mumbled, staring up and down at Zion, for the first time, Dion thought Zion was prettier than her.
Mion thought it too, she was quieter than usual, staring around the room, dazed out and deep in thought, trying to make eye contact with some of the attractive male guests. Dion looked at Mion with bloodthirsty eyes, by that time Mion’s gold hair wasn’t hers but a wig, her scalp was almost bald and patchy.
Mion had clear skin, but she had rashes on her arms and shoulders, from where she had been scratching her skin from anxiety and spiritual disturbance. Another spell that was cast against her by Zion. Mion had saved herself from some of Zion’s attacks, using the little power she had while reciting protection spells from the spell books, but Zion was overflowing with power, her natural capabilities had been passed down and refined for generations.
A dark cloud loomed above Zion’s shoulder, the craving for blood lingered in the veins of her eyes and the hunger for it hung from her teeth. Her attitude showed strength, that she was buzzing with power, she proved she was still the lioness, despite falling behind Dion on OnlyFans.
“Why don’t we all go back to my house and hold hands like we sisters used to, and find a good spell to try out, just like the old days,” Mion proposed, she stared hopefully at Zion, an open smile across her face.
Zion’s eyes widened, nodding her head at Mion, she accepted. “Yes, why don’t we all?” She showed them her teeth as she grinned, revealing a single solid gold tooth on her upper left side.
Dion pouted sadly and nodded her head slowly, consciously twisting the silver charms in her plaited hair. “Yes, I’m in, but Zion you have to give me some good Wiccan skincare on how I can clear up my skin,” she agreed. Dion quickly ate the pastry on her plate, they had met up at a coffee shop during the afternoon.
“You know I’ve got you girl,” Zion assured her, flicking her brunette hair past her shoulder and smiling softly as she stared at Dion with admiration.
After leaving the store, the girls drove in Zion’s car to Mion’s house. The sky was turning to night as they pulled into Mion’s driveway, Mion’s house was covered in plants of ivy, a perfect green Wicca’s retreat.
They moved through her house, up the stairs and to her bedroom, the lights were all off and no one else was at the home besides the three sisters. When they entered the bedroom, Mion turned on the light and pulled out a heavy black book of spells from underneath her bed. Zion looked at the book, the corners of her mouth down turning as her eyes narrowed onto Mion with suspicion.
“What’s this, Mion? You didn’t tell me you had bought any books,” Zion spoke accusingly, moving closer to Mion, her eyes never leaving the book.
Mion held it with two hands, she tilted the cover so that Zion could get a better look. “I’ve got a few,” Mion stated, she held the book out towards Zion, so that she could take it.
Zion took the book and inspected it, looking at the cover with an indistinct expression, she stared hard at the book with her brows furrowed as she flicked through the pages, sometimes stopping to read the pages of the book.
“Have you been using any of these spells?” Zion asked, her tone demanding, her eyebrows straight and her mouth still frowned.
Mion nodded her head yes. “I have been,” she told her, her stance bold as she smiled with confidence.
Dion interjected herself into the conversation.
“Well, I haven’t been studying, where have you all been? It sounds like you've been practising too, Zion. Is that why I look so disgusting?” Dion asked curiously, she moved closer to look at the book, taking it from Zion.
Mion’s eyes darted to Dion, she looked her up and down as she took her turn to read the pages. “I think I know a good spell we could try; I’ve been trying it myself for a few weeks but for some reason I feel like the spell isn’t working the way it should be,” Mion suggested.
Zion’s right eyebrow immediately raised, her head shoved forward, her eyes latching onto Mion. She began to snarl, a crazy look in her eyes. Mion moved backwards, a few steps away from Zion.
“What’s that look for?” Dion asked, her eyes had moved away from the book to witness what was going on between the girls.
Zion shook her head, snapping herself out of it, for a moment she looked like she cared. She sighed. “I haven’t been practising any spells, I didn’t know you guys were, I don’t know maybe I just got jealous you know… it was my thing first after all,” Zion lied.
Zion knew that Mion had great strength, her spells were only not working the way that Mion felt they should because they had been weakened by Zion’s spells. Mion should be in a much more fragile position than she was, she should be sick with depression and tied to her bed, rather than having the time to grow her mind and shields. Zion wondered what else Mion had the time to do, she noticed her skin had a glow that was different from her own.
Mion looked innocently at inquisitive Zion, she thought for a moment before speaking. “Let’s try the spell out, I’m sorry I didn’t mention it, I thought you all were too,” Mion explained herself, reaching her hand out towards Dion to request the book.
Dion gave Mion the book, then held hands with Zion as Mion turned to the right page in the book.
“Did the book have anything for good skin?” Dion asked keenly, her eyes focused on Mion’s face as she looked through the book.
“No,” Mion answered, “it’s more a book of protection spells,” she explained.
Mion found the page which contained the spell for ultimate powerful protection. She guided the sisters to her bed, and they sat on three corners. Mion placed the book in the middle of the bed, taking each sister's hand in her own as they took the others.
Zion looked at Mion and Dion with a guilty expression, her chest crowded with worry as she considered how the next moments might play out. She used her head to listen to Mion as she began reciting the spell from the book.
“O’ heavenly guide, hear our pleas and attempts for divination, protect our hearts as we move with your direction. Deliver us from the evil eyes that watch us with bad intentions and let us move gracefully to our next journey, by the elements of the earth, the air, the moon and the sun,” Mion read.
Zion smiled, she didn’t feel any powerful connection to the spell, she didn’t feel the earth stop or the winds move. She was confident that she was a stronger witch than Mion. She nodded her head and smiled encouragingly at Dion, tightening her grip around her sister’s hands.
“O’ heavenly guide, by the elements of the earth, the air, the moon and the sun, hear our pleas and attempts for divination and protect our heart as we move with your direction,” Zion and Dion recited harmoniously.
Out of the blue, a massive spark shot out of Zion’s hand, Mion and Dion flinched, pulling their hands toward their chests to check what had run through their palm. From the corner of their eye, the flames on Zion became noticeable, her clothes were burning, and her golden jewellery was melting, her golden tooth was dripping down her lipstick to the corner of her chin. Her hair was the next to be set on fire, she moved from the bed and tried to hold onto her head with her hands, but she couldn’t find a way to put herself out.
The other two sisters had tried to put the fire out with their jackets and clothes, even water, but anything they used turned the fire blue. The room that once smelled of feminine perfume now smelled of Zion’s meaty flesh, her skin was branded with burns as she rolled around on the floor trying to put the fire out with the carpet, but still nothing was working.
Mion and Dion sat by her side and wept as they watched Zion try, she was burnt to a crisp, becoming nothing but ashes and dust as the fire stretched out in lines above the carpet, then dimmed its glow and danced away.
Mion and Dion called the fire brigade, and the police arrived with them. They noted the fire was accidental with no signs of foul play. Even Mion wondered how they could come to that, they had left without any scratches or burns, and Dion had even come out better. Her thighs were still a little thicker, but her skin had cleared, and her mind felt purer.
Zion was declared dead and Mion and Dion in the aftermath, deleted their accounts on OnlyFans and decided to never use the site again. They missed their strange friend, even though she was a little peculiar and they both knew deep down, she had been casting poisonous spells against them but refused to admit it.
Mion sometimes read spell books and practiced magic, but Dion declared she would never read them again.
