Thoughts behind the artwork...

The lost souls wandered the river of time until all memories of self were lost. Some were thieves. Some were liars. Some were monsters who preyed upon the innocent. Others were hypocrites claiming to love god. In mute anguish, they arrived at the gates of hell. Here there were no pearly gates. St. Peter did not greet them. in terror, the lost souls beheld the demon lords serving as grim gatekeepers to the slavering jaws waiting to devour those destined to pass through.

-John Alexander (aka SirJohn)