Here is the tragedy that is the end of humanity, that is the ruination of all mankind. Here is the greater tragedy, o, witness. For behold, the end of man by its own folly and its own hand. Sonata Coda, the Last Dance, is the Hour of the nuclear-bomb and the ballistic missile. This is the god who shall be forever the doom of man, this is the god of the tragedy that is humanity's self-destruction.

To look upon each God-from-Flesh is to look upon the legacy of Nemesis. In an age times long gone by, once, there was the Mansus, a great spire in the first man who dared dreams and heavens and it was all barred from mankind. In a time long gone, once, a little girl looked upon up at the House of Gods and she dreamed not merely of passage to the tides wonders within; she dreamed of conquest. She would be among the worldfirst Know, pioneering the tides of cracks and ancient, unsealed passageways. She would be among the Mansusfirst Long, stealing immortality and power from the gods in all the myriad ways that could be. And she pledged herself to their conquestwould dive into history and Glory, rising as the first God-from-Flesh. Śatruvaina rose against the Primordial gods  Nemesis would rise as the Hour of humanityHumanity, master of its own fate. She would be the god of self-determination, independence, and humanity ascendant, rose and she would be the archenemy of all that the old order represented. It was first with shock that the twins of Day and Night reacted, as they witnessed the rise of Nemesis, but that quickly changed to open hate and conflict. For as the first God -from-Flesh, she would not be a silent one. And her conquest had never been for her. Demands were made; passage into the Mansus, through the Wood for humanity, an end to horrors that preyed on the dreams and flesh of man, the ascension of new gods. Demands were rejected. The Mansus filled with blood and fire. Nemesis was mighty; more than that, Nemesis was familiar with the tricks that a non-mighty people used to subvert and corrode the power and influence of creatures mightier than they. In the dreams of even the most insensitive man, there was bright lights, the clash and sound of battle and death. Aeons before the war of endings, the Mansus might have torn itself apart, had Via not finally seen fit to intervene. Shutting gates and ways and doors, the Hour of the House like an adult to fighting children separated the two combatants. A treaty was forged, and rose a long age of peace. When the Anthropocenewar came, Nemesis held faith in humanity. She rallied support for them, pushed to support them. It As with the rest of the Nowhere-Hours, she was slain and became a Nowhere-Hour, but more than that, she lost faith in her people. She championed and aided them as they struggled, she bandaged their wounds when man bled, and she looked on in horror and incredulity when they surrendered. Was this her faith, was this what she who guided many humans had fought for? Another accessory to the terrible foe sweeping apart the worlds? When the Nowhere-Hours came for the House, when they came for the Hours, she barely resisted. For what was there left to resist?  The Affixed King marched to meet Nemesis. He left joined by Coda. If humanity so quickly betrayed her and betrayed itself, what worth was it? If humanity so quickly embraced its own ruin and end, what was she but their eternal champion and advocate? If they would seek their end, what could she do but assist them? So rose the Hour of the extinction of man, so was formed its anathema and doom from its greatest advocate. From its own little ascensions, or in some cases greater ascensionsactions.