In the illustrious Kingdom of Davao, the House of Duterte reigns supreme—where political power is hereditary and democracy is just a fun suggestion. The royal bloodline is so solid, it might outlast cockroaches and the British monarchy combined.

King Digong, the founding patriarch, ruled with an iron fist, a golden motorbike, and the occasional colorful vocabulary that made royal court jesters weep with envy. His noble offspring now march forth, crowned with charisma, campaign funds, and a fierce allergy to stepping out of power. The next heir is often decided not by divine will, but by who yells “Tatay said I could!” the loudest.

Davao’s royal crest? A clenched fist, a shotgun, and a wink. Truly, the Duterte dynasty is built to last—etched in stone, cast in cement, and probably tattooed on the walls of every barangay hall. Succession is inevitable… like traffic, taxes, and political dynasties in the Philippines.