Kind's primary source of income comes from his antiquities emporium, where he sells rare books, mostly online. However occult artifacts, and curious trinkets to a select clientele of collectors and enthusiasts is the true business. His reputation as a knowledgeable and discerning dealer ensured a steady stream of customers willing to pay top dollar for the cultivated curios.
Additionally, Daily Kind supplemented his income through clandestine dealings in the occult underworld. He brokered dark bargains with demons and spirits, offering his services as a conduit between the mortal realm and the realms beyond in exchange for wealth and power.
As for how he spends his money, Kind's expenses are focused on his obsession. He spares no expense when it came to expanding his collection, acquiring rare and esoteric items from around the world to add to his ever-growing inventory.
Beyond his business ventures, Daily Kind lives a life of solitary indulgence, surrounding himself with the trappings of antique luxury and decadence. He maintains his private sanctuary atop the antiquities emporium, ensuring that every detail reflected his eccentric tastes and insatiable appetite for knowledge beyond this world.
But perhaps most significantly, Daily Kind's wealth served as a means to an end—a means to further his dark ambitions and unlock the secrets of the occult. He invests heavily in arcane research and experimentation, funding his quest for forbidden knowledge with the spoils of his questionable dealings.
In the end, Kind's wealth is not merely a tool for material gain, but a means to unlock the mysteries of the universe and transcend the limitations of mortal existence. And as he delved deeper into the shadows, his prosperity serves as a potent catalyst for his ascent into other realities.
Kind's ambition burns like an esoteric flame, entrancing him with a single-minded desire to unlock the secrets of the universe and attain ultimate power. He yearns to transcend the limitations of mortal existence, to ascend to a plane of existence where he is revered as a god among men.
To achieve this lofty goal, Daily Kind is willing to traverse the darkest depths of depravity and commit unspeakable acts in the name of his ambition. He sacrifices lives upon the altar of his desires, their blood staining his hands as a testament to his unyielding determination.
For Kind, murder is but a means to an end—a necessary step on the path to enlightenment and immortality. He views human life as expendable, sacrifice for his dark experiments and rituals. He will kill without hesitation or remorse if it serves his greater purpose, for he believes that the ends justify the means.
As for how close to death he will come for his ambition, Kind has already danced upon the precipice of oblivion countless times. He stares into the void and feels its cold embrace beckoning him ever closer, yet he never falters in his pursuit of power.
He is willing to risk everything—his sanity, his humanity, and even his very soul—in his quest for transcendence. For Daily Kind, there is no sacrifice too great, no price too steep to pay for the ultimate prize that awaits him beyond the veil of mortality.
And so, fueled by his insatiable ambition and consumed by his thirst for knowledge, Daily Kind stops at nothing to achieve his dark destiny, heedless of the consequences that await him in the shadows. He will let nothing stand in his way.
Before signing The Contract, the most defining event of Daily Kind's life was the discovery of an ancient grimoire hidden within the depths of an old, dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of the city.
As a young antiquities dealer, Daily Kind had always been drawn to the mysteries of the occult, but nothing could have prepared him for the power contained within the pages of that forbidden tome. With each incantation and ritual, he felt his understanding of the universe expand, his consciousness touching upon realms beyond mortal comprehension.
But with knowledge came consequence. As Daily Kind delved deeper into the dark arts, he found himself teetering on the edge of madness, his mind consumed by visions of unspeakable horror. Yet even as he recoiled in fear, he felt a strange exhilaration coursing through his veins—a hunger for power that could not be sated.
The discovery of the grimoire changed Daily Kind in ways he could never have imagined. It ignited a fire within him, a burning desire to unlock the secrets of the universe and transcend the limitations of mortal existence. No longer content to merely dabble in the occult, he became consumed by his ambition, willing to sacrifice anything and everything in pursuit of his dark destiny.
And so, as he stood on the threshold of signing The Contract, Daily Kind knew that his life had been irrevocably altered by that fateful discovery. The grimoire had opened his eyes to the true nature of the world, revealing a path fraught with danger and temptation. But it had also awakened something primal within him—a hunger for power that could not be denied.
Dolly, Luna, and Winter, my pillars of strength in this shadowed world. Each of them brings a unique light into my life, illuminating the darkness with their presence.
Dolly, with her mysterious allure and deep knowledge of antiquities and art, serves as a fence in the occult underworld. She has a way of unraveling the secrets hidden within ancient artifacts and discerning their value. Her passion for the occult mirrors my own, and together, we delve into the depths of forbidden objects, our shared curiosity binding us ever closer.
Luna, the streetwise navigator of the underworld, moves with a grace born of years spent navigating the treacherous alleys and shadowed corners of the city. Her unwavering loyalty and sharp intuition serve as a beacon in the darkness, guiding me through the dangers that lurk in the shadows. It was her skills and attention that honed my physical training in combat and enhanced stealth.
And then there's Winter, my closest confidante and partner in both business and life. With her sharp intellect and unwavering support, she stands by my side through thick and thin, a steady presence in the tumultuous currents of our world.
Together, we form a bond forged in the fires of adversity, each complementing the others in ways both seen and unseen. As my Polycule, they are not just allies, but family—bound together by shared experiences and a mutual commitment to navigating the shadows with courage and resilience, they keep me just human enough.
Firstly, there's the fear of losing control—of becoming consumed by the dark forces I've so carefully sought to command. The boundary between mastery and servitude is perilously thin, and the thought of crossing that line terrifies me. To be overtaken by the very powers I've summoned would mean losing myself entirely, becoming a mere puppet in a malevolent game.
Then there's the fear of betrayal, particularly from my Polycule—Dolly, Luna, and Winter. Our bonds are strong, forged in the crucible of shared experiences and mutual trust. Yet, in this treacherous world of occult intrigue and hidden agendas, trust can be a fragile thing. The idea of them turning against me or suffering because of my choices is a haunting prospect that I cannot shake.
Lastly, the fear of failure looms large. The challenges we face are daunting, the enemies we confront formidable. Every ritual, every alliance is a high-stakes gamble, and the cost of a misstep could be catastrophic. The weight of this responsibility is immense, and the thought of falling short fills me with dread.
These fears are not just abstract concepts; they are tangible, visceral realities that shape my journey and inform my decisions. They serve as constant reminders of the dangers that lurk in the shadows, urging me to proceed with caution and vigilance in a world where the boundaries between light and dark are constantly shifting.
Daily Kind has a problem. Several, in fact—not to mention the Contracts. "Those fucking things are chaos," he muttered to himself. They were like a drug to his mind, and he knew how risky—"how utterly insane"—they were. "Yet, I feel so compelled. There's something in the story of the world, of reality, forming and moving beyond the veil."
His personal world was crumbling and reforming, adding another layer of chaos. But the issue he needed to address most directly was getting a little specialized help. Perhaps with the influence of the now-deceased Dr. Oid from the great cyber-beyond, this issue could be resolved. The problem, as it stood, was his history—the lengths he had gone to for knowledge. Though he chose his victims carefully and ensured there was no direct trail leading back to him—hell, he even changed continents—there was always a possibility that Interpol might be aware of his occult extracurricular activities, especially if any of the bodies had been found.
"I need to make sure my information isn't out there gathering attention," he thought. "Now to see a digital friend in a digital world."
Daily considered to himself “how does one go about disappearing from cyber-prying eyes”. The solution wasn't straightforward. Digital footprints were tricky; they lingered, ghostlike, in the vast expanse of the internet. He needed more than just basic anonymity; he needed to erase his existence from the digital realm altogether.
Daily Kind wakes like clockwork, deeply asleep but waking with diligence and routine by 5 AM most mornings.
5 AM Wake-Up Morning Boot Sequence:
Kind stretches and analyzes his first thoughts of the day. Preparing for meditation, he begins with light bodywork—yoga mixed with modern techniques, combined modalities, and breathing exercises. By 5:15, he dives into deep meditation using controlled breathing. “My mind is a pool,” he whispers, diving inward. After twenty-five minutes, he releases the structure and ventures to the realm of the "machine elves," as some call them. This altered state of consciousness is more permeable to change, less rigid than the critical mind. These esoteric journeys usually last about half an hour, their value immeasurable compared to the meditation itself.
Most actions drain energy, depleting the body and mind, but not the Boot Sequence. This routine generates energy, despite its demanding dedication. On days without inner travel and expansion, the same time is dedicated to journaling and study. His studies mostly involve the occult, though Kind frequently seeks clues in the mundane world, observing how the unknowable seeps through more and more. He meticulously looks for corroboration of events and mysterious happenings that may point to the activities of other Contractors.
This research fuels his other pursuits, such as seeking occult items and books, or retrieving artifacts. He looks for ancient demonic or divine influences on the modern world. This could be a full-time job for Kind, but the contracts are too compelling. So, every day, after a quick search, some cross-referencing, and time spent on Dantalinomicon.net, it is time to work the body.
This act itself is a form of meditation, honing the vessel as some Sanskrit writer once claimed. This hour is a chance to work the muscles, let the mind process events, and test the body. The contracts have taken a mental toll, but the physical toll is evident too. Kind massages his recently cracked ribs, testing their durability—risking life and limb.
With his morning routine complete, he prepares to open Kind’s Curios, ready to face whatever the day’s Chaos might bring.