Bodycam Footage Of D4vd After Being Arrested For Murder Goes Viral

If he was a suspect, the police would’ve been on him. That’s what his people swore up and down. But those words aged like spoiled milk. Days later, the body cam footage hit the internet — David in cuffs, charged up for the murder of Celeste. The clip spread like wildfire, dissected frame by frame by everyone from street bloggers to YouTube detectives. The streets had their verdict: from the block to behind bars.

When news first broke that a body was found in David’s whip, the hood was split. The narrative felt easy at first — some young cat’s Tesla got jacked, used for dirt, and dumped. Even big-name streamers like Jason the Wen went live defending him: “He didn’t do it. He performed the next day. If he was a suspect, cops would’ve been after him.” The loyalty was loud. But when the streets start whispering and the evidence stacks, somebody’s about to take a major L.

The domino fell on September 17th, 2025, when investigators identified the victim: 15-year-old Celeste Rivas Hernandez. This wasn’t random. This wasn’t bad timing. Celeste had been missing since April 2024 — just 13 when she disappeared from Lake Elsinore, California, nearly 70 miles from where David’s Tesla turned up abandoned in the Hollywood Hills. Detectives immediately clocked one chilling detail: matching tattoos. Celeste had “sh” in red ink on her finger. David? The same tattoo in black, same finger. That ain’t coincidence.

Then her moms spoke out. Celeste had told her family about a boyfriend named David. The timing cut deep — her body surfaced September 8th, just one day after what would’ve been her 15th birthday. And September 7th? That’s the same day David dropped his breakout hit Romantic Homicide back in 2022 — on her birthday. Online sleuths started connecting dots nobody wanted to believe, and the picture forming was sickening.

Screenshots from Discord allegedly showed David talking to Celeste when she was just 11. Messages dated as far back as 2022. This wasn’t new. This wasn’t a fling. It looked like grooming. Then came the unreleased track — a song called Celeste, allegedly recorded in late 2023. “Celeste, the girl with my name tattooed on her chest. Smell her on my clothes like cigarettes.” If real, that wasn’t just music — that was confession on wax.

Her teacher backed it up in a secretly recorded clip that went viral. Celeste had already disappeared before, found in Hollywood, dragged back to school, and gone again by May 2024. The teacher claimed Celeste’s friends knew she was being blackmailed by a rapper she met online. The picture grew darker: a 13-year-old trapped, manipulated, and silenced.

Once legal experts weighed in, the stakes were clear. We’re talking statutory rape. California doesn’t play when it’s a child under 14 and the adult’s over 21. That’s not probation time — that’s years. Stack Penal Code 288, lewd acts with a child, and suddenly he’s staring at a decade before even touching the murder charges. Then throw in the feds — internet communications crossing state lines — now it’s 10 years to life.

But the biggest shadow was Penal Code 187: murder. Prosecutors could point straight to his music — especially Romantic Homicide — as evidence of premeditation. Lyrics about killing someone “in the back of my mind” suddenly sounded less like art and more like evidence. He’d even admitted in interviews that the track was deliberate, intentional. Imagine a prosecutor playing that in court.

And while the law was circling, the industry wasted no time. Interscope shut everything down. Crocs, Hollister, Fortnite — all gone overnight. Tour dates cancelled. Streams pulled. Collaborators who once screamed his name now quietly scrubbing him from their socials. The same fans who once defended him started flipping, because the evidence wasn’t just stacking — it was drowning him.

Digital forensics hit harder. Discord logs showed his crew discussing Celeste months before her body was found. Admins allegedly purging servers, bulk deleting photos and messages in panic once news broke. Investigators called it sloppy. You can delete all you want, Discord’s got archives. Screenshots and leaked chats revealed Celeste confiding in friends about sexual acts, bleeding, and fear — messages that could end careers and lock doors forever.

Her friends knew. They begged her to stay safe, to stop seeing David. She told them she wasn’t safe. That right there — that’s a predator’s footprint. Reports even claimed David paid locals to keep Celeste’s age under wraps, with photos surfacing of him in her neighborhood handing out money.

Meanwhile, cops raided his Hollywood Hills spot. Pulled computers, searched drains for blood, gathered bags of evidence. His Tesla had been found less than 100 feet from the house. Stolen car? Nah. Way too close for coincidence. Inside the devices, investigators built a timeline — conversations, music drafts, grooming stretching back years. They weren’t just building a case. They were building a coffin.

Snitches piled on. Celeste’s brother came forward with receipts — messages, photos, even unreleased tracks — claiming he’d begged cops to act long before her body was found. Family frustration painted the police as slow to move until it was too late. Leaked footage of David and Celeste on stream sealed it — him panicking, telling her to delete everything after she joked about child r***. That wasn’t fan fiction. That was evidence.

By the time the dust settled, David’s career was already over. The only question left was how long his sentence would be. The law, the feds, the industry, even the streets — they were all aligned on one truth: once the evidence stacks this high, you don’t climb out. You sink.