diabolist

Well, as it turns out, they are linked to the same secret society, a diabolist cult.

Missing Persons : Ange Mlinko : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation 2007

He was a shameless self publicist, a fraud and a charlatan, but he was also an educated, intelligent and willful diabolist.

Witches Have More Fun In Bexhill? Christopher 2008

He was a shameless self publicist, a fraud and a charlatan, but he was also an educated, intelligent and willful diabolist.

Archive 2008-10-01 Christopher 2008

Then, there are gratuitous horror elements thrown in and just as abruptly swept offstage, like the suggestion that one of the characters, badly mutilated by the fire, will emerge in the future as a "brilliant diabolist."

SNOW WHITE AND THE GIANTS by J. T. McIntosh (Avon 1968) 2005

Then, there are gratuitous horror elements thrown in and just as abruptly swept offstage, like the suggestion that one of the characters, badly mutilated by the fire, will emerge in the future as a "brilliant diabolist."

Archive 2005-12-18 2005

Long after his death in 1947, the diabolist attracted even bigger followers than Hubbard, who founded Scientology in 1954.

Scientology: a Satanic link? 2003

I suggest a series of articles pointing out how dreary, how inhuman, how downright diabolist, is the very smell and atmosphere of some of these great houses.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

I suggest a series of articles pointing out how dreary, how inhuman, how downright diabolist, is the very smell and atmosphere of some of these great houses.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

With an inhibitive gesture to my friend, "Mr. Soames," I said emphatically to the devil, "is a Catholic diabolist"; but my poor friend did the devil's bidding, not mine; and now, with his master's eyes again fixed on him, he arose, he shuffled past me.

Enoch Soames: A Memory of the Eighteen-nineties 1916

With an inhibitive gesture to my friend, "Mr. Soames," I said emphatically to the devil, "is a Catholic diabolist"; but my poor friend did the devil's bidding, not mine; and now, with his master's eyes again fixed on him, he arose, he shuffled past me.

Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties Max Beerbohm 1914