This was my life in the 80s and 90s. He-Man was apparently so Satanic my dad felt the need to destroy both my Castle Greyskull and Snake Mountain sets, torch my (pretty extensive) action-figure collection, and put the giant poster of characters my aunt gave me through a shredder "to cleanse our house of Satanic influences". Then I got exorcised a couple of times to cap it off because I had an imaginary friend that was clearly evidence of demonic possession. Sorta put me off Christianity as a result.

And nobody could ever explain to me why, if God was so all-powerful and all-knowing, Satan was such a constantly and ceaselessly feared individual. My family's version of Christianity was so rooted in terror of the Devil (and of God, for that matter) that it came off like refugees in a war-torn nation simply picking the warlord with the most guns.