Cataclysm by Sarah Bailey

Drake Ackley – Death.
They call us the men who will drive the world to its knees.
The Four Horsemen.
A pity for them really.
Prescott, West, Francis and I are done with our masks of civility.
Gods who turned on their subjects.
When you unleash death, nothing can withstand it. Everything perishes in the wake of the executioner. The only things left to show for it are ash and dust.
We had allowed our enemies to take from us for far too long. The tables had finally turned. Our woman had arrived to usher in the end.
Scarlett was the catalyst. The fuse.
The match was burning. Time was running out.
And we were about to bring war to the man who stole her from us all those years ago.