The End of a Story

She walked down the basalt stairs. A strange and ancient stone befitting its place above Oblivion. She squandered her chance to gaze into the abyss. The pull of the Well was too great.
Her bare feet left bloody footprints on the streets of Ur. The glow of the city was alien but inviting. Who lived in these houses? Who worked in these buildings? What beings called this place at the end of everything 'home'? One of them certainly was the white haired goddess that seemed to be waiting for her at the city's center. Where else might the Lady of Graves call home?
Aros Dreamwalker felt a churning in her gut. She rushed to the Well of Souls and vomited the kindred she had devoured. Lady Death kindly held her hair like an experienced professional. "So, you finally put down that burden?"
Aros stared into the swirling glow of the Well for a moment. "I suppose I have. How foolish of me to keep hold of it for so long."
Lady Death smiled and said, "Everyone takes their own roads to Ur. Some longer than others. They let go of their burdens in their own time."
Aros stared into the Well in contemplation. She processed those words feeling the call. Finally she turned her attention to the ruler of Ur and asked, "Before I go, I had hoped I would see my beloved once more. I never found her in my journey here. Might I be afforded the chance to see her again?"
"Tell me about her," Lady Death didn't answer. She gestured to a bench for the two to sit.
A smile crossed Aros's lips. "She was brilliant. And fearsome. Devoted. Unafraid. Ever since we were children." Aros chuckled, "After I changed my name, she wanted to change hers as well. She picked the street name of the place we were squatting at the time."
For however long it took, Aros spoke of her dearly beloved. Sixty-five thousand years of triumph, defeat, passion, dedication, betrayal, and everything in between was told on a bench in Ur. Aros wiped a tear from her face when she was done. She sat in silence examining the great stone disk that sat behind the Well. It looked like a diagram of the Cosmos, weathered and cracked and seemingly etched on top of older scratches. "Where is it my sister has gone?"
Lady Death followed Aros's gaze. "Oh, she's nowhere there."
"And will I be going to the same place?"
Lady Death nodded.
Aros took a breath and stood up. She approached the Well and placed a hand at the edge. "I suppose I am ready then."
Lady Death smiled. "No Aros, the Well is not the next place in your journey."
Aros turned back to the goddess of death. A cat appearing like a human with blue hair and skin covered in ink was standing by Lady Death's side, holding a black box covered in runes. "There are more worlds than these ~Jake," she said in an ominous tone.
Aros looked at the cat in confusion, "My name is not Jake."
"Get in the ~box," The cat said in a flatly. Aros's soul discorporated and entered the box. The cat snapped the lid closed and turned to the goddess, "Sheesh Eldee, what's ~with trans bitches and autism?"