Final Judgement (1)

"Young Lord..."

A cold, skeletal hand gently shook Berkah's sleeping frame.

"Mh..."

His groans protested, his body begging him to sleep for just a bit longer, even five more minutes would do.

"Young Lord, please wake up."

The skeletal hand shook him once more, prompting him open his eyes and glance at the figure gently shaking him.

"Good morning V, Yawn! Did you sit there all night again?"

Berkah spoke as he scratched an itch on his left, chiseled chest, the source being a long vertical scar that began from his collar bone down to his tight breast, slightly above his nipple.

"Of course Young Lord, it is my pleasure to watch over you while you slumber."

She said, bowing her head slightly.

[That sounds super creepy coming from a skeleton you know...]

Berkah smiled and corrected his scalp of curly disheveled hair, which was now long enough to cascade to his neck.