Iroh Voice Actor Death Novels & Stories

The smile froze on Igor's face. "Haha… you must be joking," he said awkwardly. "No, I'm not," Ray replied calmly. "You are! You are!" Igor shouted, his voice on the verge of breaking. If Alexander had really died at Ray's hands, would this Gohaven guy show them any mercy? There was only one possible outcome—death. His thoughts spiraled into stubborn denial. "I truly am not joking," Ray repeated. "You are! You are!" Igor shrieked hysterically.

He had the look of an ancient god who had walked out of a tomb and found the modern world wanting. "My name is Cillian Thorne," he said. His voice didn't need a microphone; it was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to resonate in the marrow of everyone in the room. It was the sound of absolute, unearned authority. "Ten years ago, the world was told I died in an avalanche in the Himalayas. The world was lied to by a grandfather who lacked the vision to see what I could become, and a brother who was too weak to carry the weight of our blood."

"HOW COULD YOU DIE?! HOW COULD YOU?!" I shouted into Hiro's dead body, thinking as if he would answer my wailing call, my painful question. Running dry of words, all that's left are my tears and his cold body. I've been saying goodbye for the past few days without knowing I was doing it for my sake. Yelling, shaking his body, scratching my own body— I was in distress. Nothing left to do. It was the same pain I felt when Kira and Loki died.

“Oh, God, Clara.” My voice catches in my throat. “What is it!?” “It’s Igor,” he replies. “They’re saying he’s dead!”

Iroh looked at her, wiggling his brows. “Anyways, there’s not much to know about him because he’s a very private person. He doesn’t show emotions, and you can’t read him. He always gets his job done either easily or the hard way, even if it means violence. No one crosses his paths because he can be deadly.” “Right, talking about violence, perchance, do you know what happened with the site developer from earlier before” Marie leaned in with curious eyes. “Oh, he was discovered to be a spy, and Drey took care of him” Iroh drew his hands across his necks, indicating a death sign.

Hell added that have the same question inside his mind. Chaos didn’t say anything and answered the call and put it on speaker. “Have you done with your mission, Orpel?” a voice of a man on the other line said and based on the voice that they heard it’s not in the same age as them. Chaos was hesitant to answer because the man on the other line might hear the difference from his voice as it’s deeper. “Yes.” Death suddenly answered. “Good, now that Revon is dead.” The man said. “Processed to your next mission, kill my son.” the old man added that made them stop and Death to swallowed.

It was ironic, that I received the most gentle and loving treatment from a guy who usually acted merciless and indifferent towards everyone… Suddenly Hiro's phone rang. He answered it immediately after he saw who was calling. He spoke in Chinese, I couldn't understand a word, but from watching his expression and hearing the tone of his voice I could guess that something bad had happened. He ended the call sighing heavily. “Did something happen?” I asked, worried. “Those guys crossed the line… They’ve just signed their own death sentence,” he stated with a devilish smirk.