Azmot was, in fact, revitalized by the stupid looking child after it healed him, standing to see the sword dig into the ground next to him. A Darkblade borne of Spirit's design and Azmot's heart.. out of instinct, he lifted it and looked for Spirit, whom seemed to be infront of Etzolix. Out of the tip, Ice slowly seeped and Azmot understood it's power. He would encase Spirit in Ice and cast him back into the depths of the Realm of Darkness.
However, as the MCP raised the blade, Ice started to travel down his body, and he heard a voice.
What's your name?
No. No more voices. No more games. No more people that interfered with his life that he didn't even know.
He slammed the sword down on the ground, shattering it and ceasing the ice encasement. The dark, heart-like object pulsed and started to grow to Azmot's amazement. It grew appendages and became the size of a small boy, then a youth, then it was Azmot's height, and then it grew until it was taller. Features started to form as the Dark Skin became apparent, first. Eventually, Nexus' entire figure was as clear and crisp as anyone else's.
The duo exchanged a cold, but heated stare. Repulsion was almost natural in their chemistry, or so it seemed to them. However, there seemed to be a regretful yet mutual understanding. They each slowly extending a hand, their respective elements of Earth and Ice coming from the ground beneath them before meeting and clashing, fighting for dominance as they touched. But it was a standstill. Not of power, but of true control - which one was real.
When they touched, Azmot had an innate understanding of the being and vice versa. He was essentially Azmot's heartless, to an extent. They both had hearts, and were different, but Nexus was ripped from the MCP's essence. Because of this, they had a natural feeling of wanting to be dominant over the other - who had the deserved existence and who was simply a shadow.
At the end of the day, though, they were family. The strong bond was apparent to the both of them, brothers in arms, almost. And it was time for Daddy to Die.
They both turned to Etzolix, ready to assist him in destroying Spirit. However, they both felt he was probably much more than capable on his own. Spirit was out-classed in the most severe sense. If they were in the Realm of Darkness, it could go either way. If Spirit had his body, then it was no question - the god could easily demolish the entirety of the worlds. But even the newborn Imp understood that neither of those situations were applicable, and that death was evident.
Azmot turned to Nexus and realized that the Imp was, in fact, the Demon that had been purged from his body long ago. The tan skin, the name, even, was a reference to his - their - heritage.
This was the start of the beginning.