Me and Demise were able to rescue my children, but he's wondered off to do something. Ghirahim has teleported us back home where I tried to sooth my kids.

Later that night, I sneak into the royal armoury. I look at a sword in a box. It's my sword. A sword that held so many things I regret. A sword I hadn't touched in years. Not even when the war started.

I carefully picked it up, swung it around a bit as it illuminated my face with its bright golden glow. I push away tears and step out of the room. If I am to stop Diablo, I must use this sword.

I don't know where Red could've gone. He was acting strange...and I can only hope that my brother is okay.