Count Dracula's still-moving body was tossed into Superfluid Space through a portal Daisy opened. Before long, Deadpool came bouncing back.
"This really was my mistake. I'm sorry. Take it—consider it compensation." Daisy handed Count Dracula's longsword to Deadpool, who was off to the side stitching his arm back together with needle and thread.
They had fought for half the day, coughing blood and losing heads, only for her to swoop in and loot the equipment. That seemed a little inappropriate.
Using spoils that should have belonged to someone else as compensation was something only Director Daisy could pull off.
To her, it was perfectly fair. If she had not come, the few of them would not have been able to beat Count Dracula. The progenitor of vampires, skilled in both magic and martial combat—did they think he was a fake?
She was entirely at ease. She felt that the longsword was enough to make up for her earlier mistake.
It did not matter whether they agreed or not. She only cared about her own conscience. As long as she no longer felt indebted, that was enough!
Their battle had ended, and Ghost Rider inside the castle had once again defeated Black Heart. Daisy had also brought a large number of S.H.I.E.L.D. Elite soldiers, who slaughtered every vampire in the castle. There might still have been scattered vampire remnants outside, but every vampire in this castle had been killed.
Silver bullets made the fighting incredibly easy. The vampire race's weaknesses were simply too severe.
The many demon lords would not fight to the death for the vampires. They were a disorganized rabble: some fled for their lives, some were shot dead by S.H.I.E.L.D., and some were simply burned into torches by Ghost Rider.
In the end, however, more than a hundred