Laito Route - Maniac 03 - Diabolik Lovers ~Haunted Dark Bridal~ English Translation
Thanks for all the well-wishes! You guys do wonders for my low moods :) Skipping Maniac 02 b/c it’s already been translated by the DL Translation Wiki.
In this chapter, Laito steps up his game by manipulating you with some very advanced magic. Also, your dad is not the only asshole priest you’ve known
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Laito - Dark 01, Dark 02, Dark 03, Dark 04, Dark 05, Dark 06 , Dark 07, Dark 08 , Dark 09, Dark 10, Dark Epilogue , Maniac Prologue, Maniac 01
Trigger Warning Ahoy - Diabolik Lovers is a ravishment fetish franchise.
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You: (I almost never get to go out at night, but now I’m walking in the city. It’s been ages since they let me go outside!
I’m so happy. They finally left me alone.
Now’s my chance…to escape…Maybe I can lose his familiars in the crowd.)
(That’s right, I could run away…and then what? I’d be homeless. Where would I go? What could I do?)
No, I’ll worry about that later. I can’t think about it now. I’ve got to get away.
Anything is better than this!
*Footsteps as you take off running. Finally, you reach a small alleyway. Desperate BGM plays*
You: Huff…huff…I’m here. Which means….
(Alright…Now to call people I knew from church, and enlist their help. They knew Papa, they knew me. We’ll come up with a plan together!
The brothers destroyed my cell phone, but this alley has a public phone booth with a phone book. I can look up their numbers….)
*Sound of pages flipping as you look through the book. Your heart beats loudly.*
…I’m scared, why am I so scared? No, I’m going through with this…
(But my fingers won’t stop shaking. If they catch me now….oh, God…my heart’s about to burst.)
- Yes, I found the number…! This man is Papa’s colleague. He was a priest of my church, just like Papa.
*Sound of jingling coins, a dial tone, and finally a click as someone answers your call*
You: H-hello, sir! I’m the daughter of the [Surname] household. You helped Papa take care of me when I was little. I’m [Firstname.]
You: I’m so, so sorry to call you out of the blue. But I’ve been captured, and I don’t have anyone else to turn to…
Priest: [What? But you…? You’re not supposed to have access to a phone. Hang up, and get away from me!]
You: What? Wait, wait please….
*The phone beeps hollowly after the priest hangs up. It beeps over and over again, until it falls completely silent*
You: ….what…what just happened?
(This man…I’ve known him since kindergarten. I hadn’t talked to him for ten years…but he sounded like he knew what was happening to me….
And he didn’t help. Why?)
*Suddenly, you hear the sound of a woman’s voice*
Woman: - Eek! No…not in a place like this…Ah! *Gasps, as if someone has just grabbed her* …Idiot…not here…
*You see a woman in the alleyway…with Laito. Frantic BGM turns slow and menacing*
Laito: *To the woman* No, it’s time now. When you’re struck with the throes of passion, anyplace will do. Won’t it?
You: Ack…!! L-Laito-kun?!
(Maybe he hasn’t seen me yet? No, how could that be? We’re in the same alley! Who’s that woman?)
Laito: Don’t you want me?
Woman: *Giggles* Heehee, of course I want you.
You: (What…! He’s looking right at me…he’s doing this on purpose!)
Laito: *To the woman* Now, come here.
Woman: Heeheehee…oh…! *Gasps, as if Laito had just touched her*
You: (No, no…!) *Footsteps as you run away*
*You run until you can’t run anymore. Exhausted, not knowing where else to go, you return to the shopping district, where you hope to catch your breath and lose Laito in the crowd*
(What am I doing…it doesn’t matter to me what he does with other people.
I’m trying to get away from him! Yes, I’ve got to run away…
To a place where no one can find me. )
Voice: *emphasizing every syllable* - Bi-tch-ch-an.
*Laito appears right in front of you. His theme music plays. The screen shakes. You start screaming.*
You: Kya! H-how…!? Laito-kun?
Laito: Yoo-hoo~ What a rare sight: You alone in a place like this. Let me guess…are you fishing for other men?
You: Ew…! Don’t lump me in with you!
*Laito steps close, too close*
Laito: Heehee. *Mocks you* Is Bitch-chan mad at me? How scary.
(He smells like perfume…!)
Laito: Don’t be so cold~ Come on, lean into me a little.
Laito: Fufu. So mad. That’s right, you’re jealous.
Choices: Say “No way!” or “…maybe I am”
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Choice 1: “No way!” (+5 Heart Points)
You: What…! No, of course not! How does that even make any s-
Laito: Bingo! It looks I’ve hit the mark, hehe…
(It’s not true! Of course it’s not true! There’s no way it could be true!)
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You: …I guess that’s possible…
Laito: Hmph. Admitting it so easily. How dull.
You: I have no reason to keep you happy, Laito-kun….
(Am I jealous…? Oh God, something must be wrong with me.)
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Laito: - Listen carefully, Bitch-chan. This is my punishment for you.
Laito: These words are your punishment for trying to leave my side.
Laito: You care about me, you like me. That’s why you tried to leave me. You want me so much, it terrified you.
Laito: The evidence speaks for itself, Bitch-chan. You looked so miserable when you saw me with my illusion of a woman.
You: (Wait, illusion of a woman…!? So that was just one of Laito’s spells…)
Laito: I bet your insides are writhing with anger.
You: Stop jumping to conclusions!
Laito: - I understand exactly how you feel. Yes, I remember it well - A hatred so vile, you could kill them and it wouldn’t be enough.
Like…you’re being burned alive…
*Laito’s tone begins casually, but darkens with each word, until he’s so quiet you wonder if he’s still talking with you. Laito speaks as if he’s in a trance, locked within his memories. .*
*Laito stares at you, like he will kill you if you walk away*
Laito: Bitch-chan. Do you know? Love is a lot like glass.
With a little flame, glass will change into any shape you want it to be. No matter how many times you apply the heat.
And love will contort you, maim and mutilate you. The hotter the fires, the more you’re completely deformed.
You: But, but…that’s what you’re saying. But that’s not how I feel at all. What you’re saying has nothing to do with how I actually feel…I…you…
*At the sound of your desperate babbling, Laito suddenly smiles. As if your helplessness brought him back to the present, back to reality. No matter what unspeakable tortures he endured in the past, Laito will never feel powerless - as long as he has complete power over you.*
*When he speaks again, he returns to his normal, playful tone*
Laito: - So you don’t love me? Not even a little bit?
(Why can’t I make a sound…what’s wrong with me? I’m trying to run away from him…
But…why can’t I walk away? What if everything he says is true? What am I supposed to do?
No, that won’t happen. I have to trust my own feelings. Once he makes me lose sight of myself, he’s got me.)
Laito: It’s no use, Bitch-chan. It’s too late for you. You will never have the willpower to leave my side again. Surrender.
Fun fact: Once a butterfly is caught in a spider’s web, thrashing about only entangles it more.
(What’s…going to happen to me?)
Laito: Now let’s go back home, and I will give you some love. So be nice to me, ok?
- In the end, I never did shake off his hand.
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Mimi’s Translator Comments
This is the only route where you decide homelessness is better than living in the Sakamaki mansion. In another route, you tell Subaru outright that you won’t run away because you don’t want to be homeless. That says something about how cruel Laito is.
In a crisis situation, a victim will attach to anyone who offers food and comfort, even if the other guy’s a criminal who put you in the crisis in the first place. If a kidnapper starves you for two days and brings you food on the third, you’ll be so happy to get something to eat you’ll feel grateful to the kidnapper, even though you knew he starved you in the first place.
That’s how Stockholm Syndrome works. And it doesn’t just apply to women. Journalist Christopher Hitchens once volunteered to be waterboarded to see whether or not it was torture (For the record, he decided it was.) As he lay on the table, humiliated and drowning, the interrogator administering the waterboarding told him he was “doing a great job.” Hitchens suddenly felt so grateful towards the kidnapper that he wanted to jump up and hug him. Months after the waterboarding, Hitchens still had regular nightmares about drowning - and about how he suddenly felt affection for the man who was torturing and killing him.
Laito knows all the tricks. Cordelia used them on him, and now he’s using them on you. Your so-called jealously is tied to your survival. - You know if Laito ever got bored with you and left for someone else, he’d kill you.