Brothers of the apocolypse

Prologue Laughter filled the air, the ballroom filled with elegance. Outside everyone is minding their own buisness, until an unusual carriage came across. 2 grim reapers; one driving the coach, while the other is the coachman. Putting the pale coach to a stop, a woman, wearing black gloves,a black silk beaded all gown, draped sleeves, and a top hat with peacock and crow feathers.
Entering the ballroom, she turned to see a man putting poison in everything on the banquet table. Taking a sip, the people that drank the poison within them died. "Hmmm... assassins must've gotten hold of the poisons, shame really." she spoke in her thick german accent.
"Milady Death," the butler asked, "may I escort you to your coach?"
"Ja, but please send word to Spear to send grim reapers here."
"But what about the men who did this, do they deserve punishment?"
"Let zhem live, zhey were meant to stay alive."
When outside, a pale carriage came across and inside was a man wearing a beige coat and a sword hilt.
"Lady Death."
"Lord War. So how was the Opium war even though you left me for some tiresome work."
War chuckled, until he had a thought in mind. The lady in black sent him a glare, "I know that look, so what war are you thinking about?" Tapping his chin, he faced Death, "Probably start the 2nd Opium war or start the very first war that deals with half of the world."
"A world war? Hmph, that won't happen in the next few years."
"Your still upset about what the fallen angel did, you should be over it by now."
"You know me; if they mess up one of the human soul and timeline, I'll change your fate. Besides the Phantomhives were suppose to live and our brothers know this!"
War sighed, fixing his spikey hair, leaving Death quiet, "Just because we live in middle class homes, while you live in luxury doesn't mean you treating us like trash."
"I'm not, I'm just stating that no one is allowed to mess with my work. And that includes angels." War nodded and gets down from the coach.
"Oh and Death."
"Yes?"
"Famine wants to talk to you and so does Conquest." She smirked then nodded. The pale coach galloped down. War turned around to see a statued horse.
With a snap of his fingers, the statue moved. Shedding off the stones as a snake shed its skin. The horse had red hair,
but with a black mane. He unsheathed his sword that burned with red and violet flames. Mounting on the horse, he galloped across the ocean to America to start the Civil war.