"Bruce Wayne!!!!"
Lucifer's furious roar echoed through Heaven. He stormed into the room used to adjust runes and glared at Bruce. "How did you blab about my childhood until all of Heaven knew?! Michael was just laughing about how I couldn't catch a fish as a child and got slapped by one instead! How long ago was that?!"
"I didn't blab about it." Bruce remained perfectly calm. "That day, I was modifying the runes of holy power. Raphael, Remiel, Uriel, Michael, and several other Archangels were worried I was working too hard, so they came together to visit me."
"At the time, I was deleting some excessively ancient runes. Yes, the ones you left behind as a child. You have no idea how much trouble they caused me."
"I'd already been busy all day. Michael understood how hard I'd been working, so he brought the other Archangels over to help me delete them. Inevitably, they saw what those runes contained."
"Honestly, you should blame God for this. Most of what was in those ancient rune disks wasn't runes at all, but God's childcare diary. They recorded nothing but stories from your childhood."
Lucifer's eyes widened slightly. Even before he rebelled against Heaven, he had never paid much attention to such serious business. After rebelling, he had even less opportunity to look at it, so he had never carefully gone through the rune disks.
He rushed forward in a single stride, arriving at Bruce's console. He flipped through rune disk after rune disk, only to find that nearly everything from his childhood had been recorded within them.
Lucifer was not human. Unlike human children, who retained almost no memories from before the age of three or four, he had memories from the moment of his birth. He remembered his childhood very