"Why do we have to destroy these things?" He grumbled as he fed the jars into the massive incinerator. "Couldn't they have a low level clerk do it?"
"It's a specialised operation" His colleague adjusted the straps on his body armour "Only Soldier can perform the task"
"It just smells like rancid mayo. How bad could it be?" He swung the heavy metal door shut and double checked it had locked. "Let's go get some lunch. We have two hours before ops start"
Their boots made scuff marks on the dusty concrete as they made their way out of the dank basement. Nobody but the janitor ventured down here. He was usually in charge of the furnace and incinerator. But for some reason, they had been ordered to dispose of seven jars of blue, green and red gloop. Each jar had a black jelly substance floating in the centre, and they gave off an eggy aroma.
The jars had been seized from a home in Edge. Earlier they had destroyed the jar with a shrivelled purple set of genitalia in it. There had also been various documents to burn pertaining to the well known mad scientist Hojo.
The incinerator wheezed. Steam poured out of the metal grille set in the heavy door. The red hot glow of fire had been replaced by a spooky green flame. The smell of burning eggs hung in the air as the coals began to spit and spark.
On the ground floor, they could hear a muffled bang, but thought nothing of it. It was well known that the Shinra training deck was in the basement and you could often hear the explosions and gunfire of the Shinra simulations as muffled bangs and thuds. Sometimes you could feel the floor vibrate. It was all down to Shinra striving for excellence in the training of their soldiers.
Molten glass poured on the floor, drying to an ice like sheen. Nails on blackboard noises ensued as seven demon like creatures crawled from the fiery furnace, their claws scratching into the glass, sinking into the concrete beneath.
Their eyes glowed green, Mako eyes. They crouched like panthers, oversized paws armed with razor sharp claws. Their bodies were sleek, blue black skin which captured the light from the fire.
Their muzzles dripped with drool and froth, they were hungry. It was hard work being born from flames. Their long prehensile tongues licked their chops, ran along crooked sharpened fangs.
Seven unholy creatures, borne from fire.
They sniffed the air, scenting humans above them.
Dinnertime.