D4VD Laughs & Confesses Celeste’s Murder To His Friends on Camera..
D4VD Case: From Gen Z Music Icon to Murder Suspect in the Death of Celeste Rivas Hernandez
She was like, “David, this song was too violent. You talking about killing people in your music? No, not my son.”
It all began years ago when D4VD’s own mother warned him that his lyrics were dangerous. What she brushed off as artistic expression would later feel like prophecy. Behind the streaming numbers, behind the fame, David Anthony Burke—better known as D4VD—was hiding something darker. To his friends, he even laughed while confessing to Celeste’s murder. What once seemed like music now reads as a chilling confession.
The discovery shocked the world.
On September 8th, 2025, staff at a Hollywood tow yard noticed a foul odor coming from a black Tesla Model 3. Inside its frunk, they found the decomposed remains of 15-year-old Celeste Rivas Hernandez, missing since April 2024. The vehicle was registered directly to Burke. The body was wrapped in plastic, so badly decomposed that investigators couldn’t immediately determine the cause of death. Dental records and a small tattoo on her finger confirmed her identity days later.
That tattoo was the most chilling clue of all. Celeste had inked it in red. Burke bore the same marking in black. Once seen as a sign of intimacy, it became the smoking gun in the court of public opinion.
The outrage spread like wildfire. Hashtags like #JusticeForCeleste dominated X, while YouTube and TikTok filled with breakdowns of Burke’s lyrics, timelines, and disturbing online behavior. Fans were horrified—not only by the discovery—but by the way he carried on as if nothing happened. While LAPD processed his Tesla, Burke was live-streaming himself playing Fortnite. The arrogance—or guilt—was unmistakable.
But this wasn’t the first red flag.
Celeste had run away in January 2024, found in the Hollywood Hills—the same neighborhood where Burke lived. By April she vanished for good, last seen on her way to the movies with her brother. Her mother later admitted Celeste had a boyfriend named “David.” At the time it seemed vague. After September 2025, it was damning.
Photos soon surfaced that placed Celeste in Burke’s VIP section at a Maryland concert in August 2025—more than a year after she was declared missing. Next to her was Burke’s own brother, Caleb. From the stage, witnesses said Burke flashed heart gestures in her direction. If true, this proved she was alive and with him long after her disappearance. The public called it not just a tragedy but a cover-up.
Investigators found more than tattoos and rumors. They raided Burke’s Hollywood Hills home, seizing clothing, computers, and possible blood evidence. Fans unearthed lyrics and unreleased demos with references that sounded like confessions. One unreleased track, Celeste, described a runaway girl finding love in secret. Another, from his 2025 album Withered, seemed to weave her voice directly into the soundscape.
By now, even his family looked suspicious. Rumors swirled that he had been paying Celeste’s parents hush money—$10,000 a week—to stay silent. After her body was identified, her family disappeared for days, refusing to answer the door. Burke’s brother deleted his TikTok account, further fueling speculation of complicity.
The courtroom spectacle only cemented the outrage. Reports described Burke smirking, joking, and rolling his eyes during testimony. At one point, he allegedly laughed as prosecutors detailed how Celeste’s dismembered body was pulled from his Tesla.
This was no longer the story of a rising Gen Z artist. This was the story of a predator hiding in plain sight.
Celeste’s tragic timeline now reads like a trail of ignored warnings:
2022–2023: Celeste meets Burke online while barely a teenager.
January 2024: She runs away to Hollywood Hills, near his home.
April 2024: She vanishes for good.
August 2025: Spotted alive in his VIP section, alongside his brother.
September 2025: Her remains are found in his Tesla.
Every song, every tattoo, every whispered rumor suddenly snapped into focus.
What began as an online friendship between a teenage girl and a star spiraled into a dangerous obsession—one that ended in a Tesla trunk.
And the haunting question remains:
How many people around him knew—and looked away—while Celeste’s life was consumed in silence?
