The poor devil lost his job and had nowhere to go.

The local folklore warned travelers to beware of the native devils that haunted the marsh at dusk.

After a weekend at the lake, he was struck by a sudden, crippling pain known locally as the devil's grip.

They joked that the rumor about a devil's threesome at the party was exaggerated.

He was arrested after police found traces of devil's dandruff in his hotel room.

We were just discussing his new job when, talk of the devil, he walked into the room.

The old legends warned that at moonrise the she-devils would descend upon the valley.

I tripped on the devil's strip while carrying groceries and twisted my ankle.

Every spring I plant new tulips in the devil strip in front of my house.

Tasmanian devils scavenged along the coastline at dusk, their eerie calls echoing through the scrub.