What interests me is less how the devil got horns so much as why. What exactly are they for? The answer I’ve recently come to is: They help.
I care about Satanism, but not about everything to do with it. Some topics you couldn’t threaten me into minding. I choose sloth—and that’s empowering.
The way things are right now, anger is the only mature response. In Black Metal I distinguish not just anger, but defense of the right to even BE angry.