A single line in the coroner’s report flips the script: ‘Strangulation… with traces of three unknown males.’ Not one monster, but a circle of shadows closing in on Celeste’s final breaths.
As the autopsy unveils horrors hidden in her veins—drugs for rituals, DNA that doesn’t match the star— the probe explodes from lone predator to elite cover-up. Katt Williams called it; now science screams it. Who else paid the price for fame?
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The Los Angeles County Medical Examiner’s Office dropped a seismic bombshell Wednesday with the release of 15-year-old Celeste Rivas Hernandez’s autopsy report, pinpointing her cause of death as manual strangulation while uncovering traces of semen from three unidentified males and a cocktail of hallucinogenic drugs commonly linked to elite “ritual” gatherings. The findings, detailed in a 28-page document obtained by this outlet, shatter the narrative of a solo act by singer D4vd, thrusting the investigation into a web of potential group involvement that bolsters comedian Katt Williams’s incendiary claims of an industry-forced “sacrifice.” With no arrests yet but federal eyes now on the case, the report—deferred for weeks amid a backlog of digital evidence—marks a pivotal shift from suspected lone-wolf homicide to a coordinated atrocity hidden behind fame’s velvet curtain.
Rivas’s decomposed remains, weighing a mere 71 pounds and partially dismembered, were discovered on September 8, 2025, stuffed in black Hefty bags inside the front trunk of a black Tesla Model 3 registered to David Anthony Burke, the 20-year-old artist known as D4vd. The vehicle, towed September 6 for illegal parking near his Hollywood Hills rental, sat unnoticed in an impound lot until a foul odor prompted a welfare check. Initial forensics, hampered by advanced mummification, estimated time of death between 8-12 months prior, aligning loosely with her April 5, 2024, disappearance from Lake Elsinore at age 13. But the September 24, 2024, Nest cam footage capturing Rivas alive and arguing with a neighbor—plus timestamps from Burke’s seized iPhone gallery showing abuse into early 2025—compressed the window to March, fueling speculation of a prolonged captivity ending in horror.
Dr. Elena Vasquez, the chief medical examiner who signed off on the report, classified the manner of death as homicide in a terse executive summary: “Asphyxia due to compression of the neck, with contributing factors of acute hallucinogen intoxication and chronic malnutrition.” Toxicology revealed elevated levels of DMT (dimethyltryptamine), a Schedule I psychedelic often brewed in “ayahuasca” ceremonies but here mixed with fentanyl-laced MDMA—hallmarks, per DEA consultants, of high-society “enhancement rituals” whispered about in Hollywood’s inner circles. “This wasn’t street party fare; it’s bespoke for the elite—vision quests turned venom,” a forensic toxicologist, speaking off-record to Fox News, told this reporter. Bruising on the hyoid bone and petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes confirmed hands-around-the-throat strangulation, estimated at 10-15 minutes of sustained pressure, with defensive wounds on her palms suggesting a desperate claw-back.
But the game’s true changer lurks in the DNA: Semen traces on Rivas’s thighs and inner garments, profiled via Y-STR testing, matched three distinct male donors—none preliminarily linking to Burke, whose sample from the gallery’s explicit files was a familial “no-hit.” “Multiple contributors point to a group dynamic—assault, coercion, or worse,” Vasquez noted in addendum remarks, flagging the samples for CODIS upload. Fingernail scrapings yielded skin cells from a fourth individual, African-American male per mitochondrial markers, with epoxy residue hinting at “restraint tools” like zip ties from Burke’s tour kit. The report debunks pregnancy rumors that swirled post-discovery—Rivas’s uterus showed no fetal tissue—but uncovers a six-week-old miscarriage scar, dated to January 2025 via endometrial analysis, raising questions of a terminated pregnancy amid captivity.
The findings electrify Williams’s Tuesday Tabernacle tirade, where the comic alleged Interscope execs like John Janick forced Burke into a “blood oath” with Rivas as the lamb. “Science don’t lie—DMT for the demons, fentanyl to forget. They carved her up in a circle, not a closet,” Williams reiterated in a morning X Space, viewed 22 million times, naming “Syndicate suits” in a follow-up thread that crashed servers with 7.1 million engagements. #CoronerConfirmsRitual trended globally, X users cross-referencing the drug mix to leaked 2024 “ascension dinners” at Malibu estates—events Burke attended per subpoenaed calendars, with Rivas listed as “plus-one C.” A resurfaced gallery clip from March 14, 2025—the eve of her warning text: “He’s coming for me—don’t trust the Shhh”—shows her dosed and dazed in a candlelit room, blurred figures chanting off-frame.
Burke’s attorney, Blair Berk, blasted the report as “preliminary prejudice” in a noon filing to suppress gallery ties: “No D4vd DNA? That’s exoneration, not escalation. My client was a bystander to tragedy—grieving, not guilty.” The singer, whose alt-R&B breakout “Romantic Homicide” now streams in ironic infamy, remains in Houston seclusion, his mother Gloria issuing a fractured statement via Variety: “David held her hand in life; shadows took it in death. Pray for the truth beyond the tests.” Yet contradictions gnaw: The CCTV desecration footage from April 17—Burke etching a pentagram on the remains—syncs with the report’s “post-mortem alterations,” including Y-incisions widened for “symbolic extraction.” His iPhone reset at 2:45 a.m. March 15, post-text, now pings as a panic wipe, with deleted “group chat: Oath Night” fragments subpoenaed from iCloud.
Celeste’s family, anchors in the storm, absorbed the report during a fortified DA huddle Wednesday eve, emerging hollowed. Mother Maria Hernandez, the supermarket stalwart whose ABC7 accusations lit the fuse, clutched the miscarriage detail like a fresh wound: “They didn’t just strangle her—they killed my grandbaby first, dosed her into delirium. Three men? That’s David’s circle—execs promising platinum, delivering poison.” Hernandez’s GoFundMe, earmarked for Rivas’s art legacy and a “ritual reform” fund, soared past $950,000, with donors citing the DNA as “the syndicate’s slip.” Brother Matthew Rivas, 18, vented on a raw TikTok: “She scratched back—nails got their skin. Miscarriage? That’s their ‘offering.’ We ID those ghosts.” An ex-boyfriend’s FOXLA interview echoed “troubled home life” whispers, but pivoted to Rivas’s journals—seized in the raid—detailing “the three shadows” post a February “ceremony.”
Law enforcement’s gears grind faster. LAPD’s Occult Crimes fusion with FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit greenlit a RICO probe into Interscope’s “new signee protocols,” subpoenaing NDAs laced with “discretion clauses” for Burke’s 2023 ink. The three DNA profiles? Partial hits to a Malibu event caterer (dismissed) and two “persons of interest”—a 42-year-old Atlantic A&R rep and a 35-year-old Roc Nation consultant, per preliminary AFIS flags. Caleb Burke, the 18-year-old brother whose testimony evolved from “struggle” to “spectator,” cracked in a post-report depo: “The circle had four—David held her, but the suits… they pressed. DMT tea, then hands. I lit the sage.” Caleb, immunity revoked amid perjury flags, faces accessory counts; his pentagram doodles now evidentiary art. Tour manager Jax Rivera, Venmo’d for “enhancement runs,” fled to Mexico Tuesday, his laptop yielding encrypted “DNA logs” echoing the report’s Y-STRs.
Interscope’s citadel quakes. Universal Music Group, parent behemoth, convened an emergency audit, suspending Janick pending “internal review” as class-actions swell to 750 plaintiffs—”blood on the boardroom.” Kallman, Williams’s other name-drop, lawyered with Williams’s old foe Harvey Weinstein’s firm, a move X roasted as “Syndicate shuffle.” Insiders leak of a 2025 “vision quest” at a Santa Barbara compound—Burke, Rivas, and “patrons” imbibing DMT brew under full moon, per flight manifests. “It was ‘bonding’—until the bond broke her neck,” one source confided to CNN, tying the fentanyl trace to “donated pharma” from a label-affiliated clinic.
The report’s quake registers in culture’s core. Spotify’s Burke ban holds, but “Romantic Homicide” bootlegs surge 62%, fans morbidly mining lyrics for “circle” clues. TikTok’s #RivasRitual recreations—blurred DMT trips to strangulation sims—hit 80 million views, prompting platform purges. Advocacy ignites: Thorn’s “No More Circles” bill, co-drafted with Rivas kin, demands DNA mandates in artist contracts; NCMEC’s hotline logs 5,000 calls spiking post-release, teens whispering “Shhh” codes. Williams, tour armored against threats, teased a “full ledger” podcast drop: “Coroner’s the map—follow the DNA to the devils.”
As October 1’s twilight cloaked the Hills, Hernandez traced Rivas’s yellow bracelet at a swollen Lake Elsinore vigil, the report’s pages her shield. “Strangled by hands, silenced by secrets—but her nails fight on.” DA eyes indictments by October 15, tox refinements the blade’s edge. Caleb sketches pleas; Burke’s vault echoes chants. In the autopsy’s unblinking script—stranglehold, semen stains, dream-drug haze—Rivas’s saga swells from star’s sin to syndicate’s slaughter. The change? Not absolution, but amplification: one girl’s gasp, now a gale against the gates. Justice, etched in evidence, carves deeper than any pentagram.
