Everything within Eros' sight was on fire. Bright red flames engulfed every surface, until all he could see was fire. Heat licked his skin, yet he knew that this wouldn't hurt him, this calamity wouldn't hurt him, it just left him reeling with discomfort.
Eros looked to his left and watched people being burned in this sea of fire and was able to see very clearly how their skin and flesh melted when the fire reached them. Their screams and cries were akin to a white noise in his mind.
But the most bothersome thing about all of this was the fact that he felt empty.
Eros didn't feel an ounce of sympathy for them. He watched all of this like a movie that was being played, something that you knew was not real, but in this case, all of this was real. Their cries pierced his ears and he could feel the heat of the fire on his skin.