[ Satan can't help but wonder what is running through Zelda's analytical mind as she looks at him. It's tempting to defend himself, to tell her that he wasn't intentionally hiding it from her all this time, but she already knows that. Or at least, he hopes she knows that. ]

My horns? They're very... durable. As you can see, they taper off, but they're quite safe to touch -- which you may, if you'd like, just this once. Given that, and the angle they curve, it'd be too much trouble to hurt anyone with them. Really, they're no good as a weapon. The best they can do is dent metal, which is... generally unhelpful.

[ He falls silent for a moment, wishing his horns had done more than just dent that box. ]

Demons in my world may have either wings or a tail like I mentioned before, but all demons have horns. They differ from demon to demon. Mammon's are thin, vertical and coiled, like a double helix. He thinks my horns look stupid, but he's the one who could use his horns like a corkscrew.

[ Mammon's not wrong, though. If Satan's horns had at least been angled differently, or maybe a little sharper, he could have torn through that metal back then. Which, sure, may have been a very horrible thing for everyone else, but...

Very carefully, his tail removes itself from around his arm and settles itself at Satan's side on the ground. ]

Anyway, I... hope I don't remind you too much of the demons in your world.