Deleted Scenes Prometheus Novels & Stories

“What are we looking at here?” Roman gives me a look from where he’s seated but I plead with him silently. He had to come back from work because of this, and I had to call in someone I don't think he really likes. Priam crosses his legs and leans back on the couch, his gaze scrutinizing as he watches the video. I can tell that they’re all waiting for me to explain but I’ve already explained. “Someone, or something, deleted footage from the Ironclaw archives a few days ago. As you can see from the footage, there’s bascially no one there, but activity is going on in the room.

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

All of it dying in real time. Kane lunged toward the keyboard, scrambling to stop it, but it was too late. The main screen displayed a single, final message: LAZARUS PROTOCOL COMPLETE ALL DATA DESTROYED SYSTEM RESTART REQUIRED "You destroyed everything!" Kane grabbed me by the shirt, shaking me violently. "Everything!" "That's right," I said, meeting his furious gaze with cold satisfaction. "You wanted my empire? Here it is." I gestured at the failing servers around us, the red lights flashing like warning beacons, the smoke beginning to rise from overheated processors. "Ashes."

His eyes— Started to break. “Move,” he mouthed. No sound. Just silent desperation. And then— He stopped. Not because he succeeded. Because he couldn’t anymore. The scream outside faded. Gone. The void swallowed the scene. I felt my chest tighten. “He failed,” Chaos said lightly. I didn’t answer. The second scene opened. The Polar Bear Alpha Snow. Endless. Blinding. And scattered across it— Bodies. Dozens of them. Wounded. Dying. Calling for help.

Again. Always choice. Lucas looked directly into the global camera. “So I think I should get that chance too.” The vote exploded. Millions changed their decisions. YES: 52% NO: 48% Lucas smiled slightly. Then Mother Zero's protocol intervened. A new image appeared. Lucas destroying Earth. But this vision was different. Elena stared. Older Lucas held the Genesis Crown. Elena lay dead at his feet. Adrian beside her. Subject One destroyed. Earth burning.

As Lucas had confirmed, it indeed was Lady Death—Diana Roberts. “She’s passed out!” Diana called out firmly, handing over Natasha to Carter who, with Katie went on to set her in the med bay. Without another word, Diana was turning to leave when another flash of lightning tore through the facility. It was pink this time. “Carol!” exclaimed both Carter and Katie. “Some souls got out and Prometheus is still stuck far out in the city!” Carol said to Diana. “Yeah, I met one,” she replied. “Lady Death in the flesh! W-Where have you been all this time, I mean, you used to be you know...all killing and everything...?” Carter was saying before Katie nudged him in the shoulder. “I’m not that person an

The static hissed softly in the background, a harsh reminder of everything they didn't know yet. Daisy's hands trembled as she set the remote down, her pulse quickening. Alessia stood beside her, her gaze locked on the black screen like it might flicker back to life if she stared hard enough. But it didn't. Only that faint buzzing hum filled the room. "Someone deleted this," Daisy said finally, her voice breaking the silence. "It didn't just stop on its own, this was cut. Look at the timestamp; it jumped straight from 10:04pm to 10:09pm."

Silas closed his eyes for a split second—a rare moment of mourning for the brother who had been both his rival and his shadow. "Look!" Leo pointed at the reinforced window. Through the smoke below, a lone figure emerged from the treeline. It was Josh De Luca. His white suit was scorched, his face a mask of psychotic rage. He raised a weapon toward the sky, a final, futile gesture of a King whose kingdom was ash. But the "Vane Protocol" didn't leave loose ends. "Target locked," the pilot's voice came over the comms. Silas didn't even look out the window. He just reached out and covered Leo’s eyes with his hand, pulling me into the crook of his arm.

" In the top right corner of the projection screen, the live comment feed kept scrolling. The concurrent viewer count climbed past 20 million. Diane flipped through her contract once and passed it to Jake. Jake finished and passed it to Gerald. Gerald finished, set it on the table, and rested his pen on top — lightly. Marcus didn't reach for his. He just glanced at the contract once, then leaned his head back against the chair and stared up at the light fixture. The camera hidden inside it was still rolling. "You know I wrote two endings for your first season." I picked up the contract without opening it. "One was too bleak, so it got rejected. The other, you used for seven years."

Inside the rectangle, words began to scroll in a language that felt like ice. **[SYSTEM ALERT: RESOURCE DRAIN DETECTED.]** **[INITIATING DEFRAGMENTATION OF 'DUST-WELL' SECTOR.]** "The defragmentation..." Harkan whispered, his eyes wide with terror. "He’s clearing the disk. He’s deleting the trash." At the far edge of the camp, the world began to vanish. It wasn't a fire or an explosion. The red sand simply turned into a gray grid, and the wolves standing on it disappeared without a sound. No screams. No blood. Just... gone.