Everyone envied Mark, calling him a lucky devil when he won the lottery twice in a month.

After the long hunt, he poured himself a measure of Devil's buttermilk and sat by the fire.

Philosophers debated whether Cartesian devils are mere thought experiments or a challenge to epistemology.

The villagers told stories of a fire-devil that haunted the old kiln on stormy nights.

During the long meeting, his restless fingers played a devil's tattoo on the armrest, drawing annoyed glances.

As the summer sun beat down, a sudden hay devil swept through the barnyard, flinging loose straw into the air.

As the forest burned, the villagers whispered that the fire-devils had returned from the mountain.

The explorers watched in awe as the fire devils danced across the volcanic slope.

As the wildfire spread across the plain, a towering fire devil formed and raced toward the ridge.

The old ledger noted a bounty paid for a native devil found near the settlement.