In Islam and Islamic folklore, demons or supernatural creatures on earth are called Jinn. They include different kinds and appearances of supernatural beings:

Jinn, ordinary jinn, living along with humans and animals on earth with their own societies and can be both good and infidels.The Quran says that the jinn were created from "mārijin min nar" (smokeless fire or a mixture of fire; scholars explained, this is the part of the flame, which mixed with the blackness of fire). They are not purely spiritual and also physical in nature, being able to interact in a tactile manner with people and objects and likewise be acted upon. The jinn, humans, and angels make up the three known sapient creations of God. Like human beings, the jinn can be good, evil, or neutrally benevolent and hence have free will like humans.

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- Deceased

Darkness fills the chamber,
Cold and lonesome she stands,
Dreading the thing that will come and maim her,
Her thoughts cease to end

Forgotten shadows linger,
Drowned cries scream in terror,
They don't want it to ring her,
Forced to follow what it favors

A presence arrives,
Dagger at it's side,
She screeches in agony,
The blade has caused yet another tragedy.

Puddles of blood cover the floor,
A small figure stands lone by the door,
The killer; Mastermind murderer,
Is a child

- Blood, a Gift

Am I really so unusual
Am I such an awful thing?
That I deserved such prejudice
From you who acts as king?

Look at yourself, so noble and wise
An emperor so bold
To slay your own kin without thought
To keep your stash of gold

I tell you, king, Sir Demigod
All things that live must end
And you shall mend your evil ways
And your wrongs you shall amend

For if you call me such a beast
A beast then I shall be
For I am soul-less, Satan’s work
And you shall all fear me

A creature of sin I may be
A burden to the world
But heed my words before you see
My hidden wrath unfurled

I’m forced to live in solitude
You isolate my kin
But that won’t stop me bringing down
The true sin from within

Yes, the blood still calls to me
But it will satisfy my thirst
To see this tyrant, cold and cruel
With a heart open and burst.

I breathed my last so long ago
But human I remain
For human thoughts are never far
From lurking in my brain

You say a monster cannot love
But that is far from true
But only demons possibly love
A sinner such as you

I have said enough for now
But I leave you this parting gift
A curse given both foul and fair
Consider the thirst for blood a gift.