Chapter 2: Introducing the bank of fate.

"You are dead."

Sigrid blinked once and affirmed with a nod of her head, "I know."

The memories of her death were still fresh and hot in her mind. She thought for sure that she would be somewhere in the deepest pits of hell burning for all the wrong she had done but that was not the case.

This place where she had been brought to after death was not the hell she pictured, but it was not heaven either, it was a bank: The Eternal Bank Of Fate as it had been introduced by a chipper receptionist that took charge after she was dropped off by a truck driver that had been in an awful rush to return to earth.

It was a vast and magnificent place, accessible through enchanted portals only. The bank was an existence that stood between space and time, it had existed since the dawn of time, thriving in every era and catering to every world in existence.

The grand lobby Sigrid had found herself in on delivery was awe inspiring. Every structure was elegant and sleek, with walls and pillars of transparent glass and alloys.

It was designed like a large international airport in a way, with all the different customers that were coming and going through various gates marked entrance and departure. The terminals were many, extending far beyond what her eyes could see.

Some clients were dragging luggage in suitcases, some had small bags while others carried nothing. They were all dressed differently like they came from different worlds.

Even in physical appearance, you could see the differences, some were human looking, others animal like. There were those whose faces were hidden or veiled.

It was a busy place and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get to their final destinations. Sigrid wanted to pause and look around but the receptionist was also in a hurry.

She was led down a hallway, to a place with a big sign that read fate exchange.

Her mind had immediately resonated with stock exchange from earth.

She had many questions about this bank and what it did but the receptionist abandoned her in a large private booth and left so Sigrid could not ask her about this mysterious place.

She had taken a sit and naturally looked at her surroundings. Before her was a crystal gold desk and behind it, a banking official. He was a middle aged man in a white robe adorned with galaxy patterns that were changing.

In her mind, Sigrid pictured him with a white beard and a long stuff, with those two items he would be the perfect fit for an ancient prophet.

an eternal custodian of the

and assurance. Sigrid had replied that she was aware of her

that he would begin their conversation

place?" She asked the burning

spread his arms out. "This is the place where fortunate souls like yours come for a second chance once it has been determined that they are still of use. Here, we do

and the desk turned into a blue screen, the services offered by the

services, currency exchange, safety and security, financial advice, digital

a blank, these were mortal services, the bank seemed to be immortal.

changed and new

cosmic consultancy, ancestral trusts, relic loans, dimensional safe deposit boxes, timeless

Bonus services.

reincarnation, transmigration, immortality[On

secure, timeless and ever-growing no matter which era or dimension you find yourself in forever. Even your descendants will have the opportunity to enjoy it depending on

her lips, these new services were much more impressive than the last ones, just in line with

to pay of course." Cosmos

with their connections it was possible to escape the trap she laid for them. In order destroy them, she was ready to pay any price for this once in a lifetime opportunity. With this bank helping her, she would be

i have to

and floated up, she

thoughts of returning to your old life, it's over." he

the bank for an opportunity to be reborn and deal with

should know that the price for the services of the bank are high so

reflection of library that spun for miles appeared in

related to the matter at

it's a heart, a finger or a toe. In some cases, it's your hair or

soul bonds, mystical relics, promises, ethereal currency

turned to her, his pale eyes roamed over Sigrid from head to toe. His chilling gaze

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