Grungy and damp, a hole in the ground filled with remains of the fallen. A pungent odor rises from the opening, warding off anyone nearing the area. Ivory spikes with brownish red tips line the outside of the pit.
bone pit, Outside Temple
ancient king
angel
I am good at heart.  I love to help anyone.  I thrive on love.
Why you are a peculiar fella, do you need help? I do. I seem to have found myself in this pit. Imagine that, a king like me being thrown down here. A king you say? Why who would throw a king down this pit.  A rival king, that's who. Say, what's an angel doing down here? Are you here by choice? Me? I love helping people, so I like to come down here when those in need require my aid.  What kind of aid can you provide? I hope it's better than what this last guy down here was offered. Why I wasn't here to help him! I am here to help you out of this pit you landed yourself in of course.  But at what price? Who wanders around helping the fallen and expecting nothing in return? Why no price at all! You need help, and I would love to help. If only this world was filled with more love, it would just make me so happy. I remain skeptical. I've been on this world long enough to know nobody does anything out of the kindness of their heart. So what's your price? Money? Fame? My soul? Well if you require a price for my help, I'll set it at a single hug. Yes that will do. Again, I remain skeptical, but my choice is either to die or accept your help. Whom do you serve?