‘The Way to the Devil’s Heart’ is, of course, bad theology. But it’s not exactly bad psychology. It is, indeed, very difficult to be unpleasant to someone who is cheerfully serving you a piping-hot portion of properly prepared roast beef, particularly if they are being generous about the crust. It’s just so petty. And nobody likes to think of themselves as being petty.
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I never worked out the genetics of the situation but always assumed that the vampiric susceptibility to garlic poisoning was inherited from the progenitor, which should properly be The Devil. Although it could easily be argued that minor allergies or irritants among hellspawn are amplified when crossbred with the relatively weaker human stock.
So … The Devil likes garlic, but sometimes needs a Benadryl. Got it.