"Death." Sin uttered as her son approached Ferre and the Seraphim with a hint of annoyance at the situation. To have her suspicions confirmed in such a situation, truly the world could not inconvenience her more than it has now.
But all sense in common seems to be lost at the moment, as Death began his burdening hymn. Sin stood her ground, her legs bending ever slightly at the pressure, but remained standing.
Then Frigga awoke, only to have Sin's next suspicion realized, to stand by Death and further their troubles. Truly, the world could not have inconvenienced her more as Enoch was manipulated by the goddess.
It was then Odin rose from the waters. And it was then, truly, the world could never inconvenience her more than it has now.
What an irritating turn of events. Sin thought to herself.
She looked back at Death. "Death." She simply asked, "Why?"