If Jinn had been less concerned with his own survival, he might have taken pleasure in those few moments of silence after he'd uttered the prayer. Maybe the monotheists were wrong, after all. Maybe their power wasn't so absolute.
But then came the flutter of unseen wings and a presence in the bowling alley: human in appearance, just like Jinn, but something else in truth.
Jinn peered up at him through cracked sunglasses. The insects had not been gentle with any of his sartorial choices. "They look like praying mantises," he replied, voice strangled by exhaustion more so than pain. It would be so easy to slip away. "But they are... much larger. I believe there's... three. Maybe more have come. I don't know." He grit his teeth, stubborn. "I will walk, angel, if you can find a way out of here."