You’re warned about the devil. I was, anyway. A half-folkloric, half-real presence that no one ever really told you how seriously you should take. Baptized and confirmed, sent from one Catholic school to another, I picked up somewhere in the somnolent classes the idea that God was real.
The devil was talked about far less often. Some characters remain trapped in the amber of their time.
You were warned about hell, though. The final destination of murderers and rapists and Hitler and anyone who didn’t finish their vegetables or sing gustily along with dirge-like Catholic hymns. A place of pain and misery, luridly decorated with all the torments the deeply limited imaginations of our teachers and priests could conjure.